Project Children

I call them my children. There not, they are grown men. But I have a little flock of children in here. Like a momma hen who can’t have chicks. Adopting all strays. Good or bad. Sometimes I regret this side of me. Sometimes its rewarding. 
I like it when something is accomplished in their lives. Any sort of forward momentum or progress. That’s rewarding. But they act bad too. Having never had structure or filters in their lives. Most of them have never had to have any kind of restrictions or limits on their personalities. If you’ve ever heard of the show Bebe’s Kids, its about a ghetto mom who has a bunch of kids and their rotten, with good natures. That’s what it feels like most of the time, like I got a bunch of Bebe’s Kids running around here. 
They do things that embarrass me sometimes but not always. They get yelled at and then the one doing the yelling usually looks at me expectently waiting for me to help correct them. I just laugh at them because I’m not responsible for their actions but it doesn’t stop anyone from telling me “Jeff, get your kid, he’s getting on my nerves!”.

You can choose your friends but you can’t choose your family. God made us all equally different, those are the ties that bind us together, our differences from the rest of the world. So I’ll deal with them like my Mother dealt with me. Patiently, sometimes embarrassingly. 

May God grant me wisdom and strength to interact positively.

With Love
Jeff Utnage 823469