The Source of My Inspiration

This morning I contemplated what I would write about here today. Nothing came to mind. Zip. Zero. Zilch. Then the mail came. Sometimes the mail brings bills, offers the sender hopes you just can't refuse and, because we just can't stop them, unwanted junk mail. Today I got a little of each, but as an added surprise, there was a letter. A thick letter. From my son. If you've been reading my posts, you'll know that my son, Bob, lives in Hawaii. And I'm going to visit him in June.

My son had quite a journey getting to where he is today. He and I didn't always see eye to eye. We had obstacles thrown in front of us at every turn, some by him and some (hard to believe) thrown by me. Or at least that's what he probably thought. All the times I said no, the times I yelled, the times I cried...every one of them was for a reason. There were plenty of times I could have turned my back, thrown up my hands and said goodbye. Lord knows, he sure tempted me! But, that's all ancient history. My son has grown into a most wonderful person. He had help along the way from some wonderful people in California, to whom I will always be so very grateful. But more importantly, he helped himself. He decided which road to take when there was a choice. And he made some good choices.

I'll never forget what he said to me when I visited him in Hawaii in 1998. I had just arrived that day and we were talking late into the night. He said to me, "Mom, how can you still love me after everything I did to you?" I looked at him and said, "Because I knew this day was coming."

OK, back to the mail. In the envelope was a wonderful letter from him, pictures of him and his beautiful girlfriend Nicole, who I can't wait to meet, and some great shots of the big island. But there was something else that fell to the floor. When I picked it up and saw what it was, it brought tears to my eyes. It was a business card. With his name on it. Bob now has his real estate license! If you or someone you know needs help with buying or renting property on Kauai, go to www.KauaiFound.com. Mention my son, Robert Galchutt, so he can help you. Can you imagine selling property on Kauai??? What a dream job! I may have to give serious thought to being a customer of my son's!

So, for a day that started out with little or no inspiration, it's turned into words that were a joy to write. Hearing from my son was inspiration enough for me to sit down and write this. The love and pride I feel for him is because...he is my inspiration.