Understanding

I have found that understanding is a misused word. It contains such important conitations. Do we really understand those we love? Really? Watching my daughters go through their adult lives, I find that I do not understand how they feel about things. I raised them, but they are different from me. Their views are from the new age, not the old. Some things that are very important to me, do not fit in their lives. Do they understand who I am? Not really. We dont see eye to eye and perhaps they even think I am too old now to GET it. If they only knew that inside, in my soul, I am the same age as them. That I still enjoy many of the same things that they do, just at a slower pace. Do I understand my son? Funny thing that. He is so much like me, that I do understand him. Why the boy would be like me, and not the girls, is still a mystery to me.
Husbands, whew! Not that is the biggest hurdle. To understand a mans mind, is to really have the gift of understanding. I understand that he doesnt like small talk, unless its with another male. He doesnt like to shop unless its in the tool department of the hardware store. I understand that kissing and hugging is to lead to something else, and hand holding is not gonna happen in this lifetime. That most of the I love you's, come in a card on my Birthday or anniversary,s. I understand that the things he does around the house, fixing, repairing, and just general maintenance, are to show me how much he cares about me. I understand that his quiet times are just feelings of contentment, and that when he says hes not thinking, he really isnt. Understanding.......Its such a loving thing to do......Late ta...