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and it's extremely strange to think that word. Stepson. Who would've imagined it would come off my tongue so easily now? I haven't written much about him in this journal, actually i haven't written much recently, but as time has passed he's become a larger part of my life, and therefore there are some things I need to just SAY.nnHe's a damn fine child, and he has incredible promise to become a great man as he gets older. He has the right set of values (thanks to his mother) despite the rebellious urges teen age life brings, and he has been impressing me more and more as time goes on.nnI can honestly say that my parents were not lucky enough to have a son as overall good as Ty. I was an aweful child, and having the opportunity to watch Ty grow up I'm starting to realize exactly how bad I really was.nnBut it's still a shock at times to think of him as my stepson. Not a random child, not even my wife's son, my stepson. I'd be lying if I told you I didn't think the words “Damn, i hope i don't screw this up” from time to time.nnHe has great potential as he grows up. He doesn't need fixing, and I certainly don't need to mold him into some strange “reliving my youth” image. All i need to do is suggest ways to deal with life's little hassles, and trust in him to pick the ways that suit him best.nnThat and to remind him that TWO parents are cheering him on.nnHe'll do just fine.
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