My Sons

My Sons
My love, I'm getting old. When are we going to have the little woman? my wife asked me. “Our sons are grown,” she said. With so compelling a case, as I could not argue, so I accepted it. Nowwe have three sons. This is the story of many families looking to have a male and a female child in the family and in the attempt, only get one more sons or daughters. But, how difficult is raisingthree sons? That will depend largely on the teachings and values that parents give their children as well as the characters that they acquire in the course of their lives as in the case of my threechildren, Kevin, Franklin and Benjamin.
My first son's name is Kevin. He is 16 years old. Ever since he was a child he showed to be cheerful, intelligent, playful and very outgoing. With very goodgrades in school his performance began to decline with the first love when he was 15. It was when the problems started stronger: he got rebellious, disobedient and sometimes ended in discussion with theteen’s famous phrases like, “ You do not understand me,” I am to blame for everything,” I'm going to go out of home.” Thank God it all ended with the breaking of relations between his girlfriend andhim, Kevin was again the same as before, and now fully dedicated to his studies. He is preparing for college, studying every day until late at night to achieve his goal. We are really proud of him.The second of my children is Franklin and is 14 years old. When he was young he showed to be very tidy and careful with his toys. I remember at 4 years he kept his toys in a bag and took it with himeverywhere he was until he fell asleep. The next day when he awoke he would begin to cray because he didn´t see his bag of toys with him. He used to play for hours with his older brother, and ran andran around the house. Now he is a good, responsible person. He is even more mature than his older brother, has good grades and currently ranks second in merit in his school. He has learned much...