Well, here's one that makes me hope that my sons never read this stuff! Sigh... poor kid. Well, Smokey once told me that I created a great site that helps everyone but me. The reason for that, of course, and what he was driving at, was that I don't talk about my own problems here enough.

I guess I just never want to discourage anyone. Still, it's dumb of me, I know. Maybe to be honest I have some sort of hero complex and want to appear more together than I really am? I promise to open up more. Is it too late for a New Year's resolution?

But this one shouldn't be any big deal, except I keep thinking it might embarrass my son. Which is stupid. He doesn't read this, so why worry, right? Could it be that I personally find myself embarrassed? Yeah, that could be more honest too.

But how awful is that? Who wants to be embarrassed of their kid? Who wants to be that dad? But then again, we are all human, aren't we? I hate that sometimes, being human, that is. I read all those comic books as a kid. I watched TV. I thought I could be superhuman like that. The Hulk, Superman, even the TV cops. Spiderman was even super and had a good sense of humor. Yeah, I wanted to be Spidey.

Well, anyway, the long and short of it is that now my son is ten years of age and appears to have grown out of the bed wetting thing. I think it mostly had to do with his medication (for seizures and for sleepless nights and other issues related to an Asberger's diagnosis). I think he was just too sleepy to wake up, and he was terribly upset about it, especially after I mentioned concern about him sleeping overnight somewhere else.

In fact, I wonder if that is what helped break him of it, and then of course as the always concerned and sometimes guilt-ridden father, I also worried that I'd scarred him with the thought.

sigh... so what the hell am I writing about here? I thought that I would belatedly write about my son's bed wetting, in hopes that others would talk about it and perhaps some other quiet dads here would again feel less alone and maybe find some way to help their kids.

But it seems I've also written about the weakness of men and how, no matter how loving and true and strong we can be, we sometimes bear the weaknesses of our children as if they are some flaw in ourselves instead of a simple bump in life's road to help our kids through.

Yes, true, I've made a bigger deal of it for discussion's sake, but tell me your thoughts. On either of the two topics.