Why?

So I've had a few people tell me they thought I should start a blog. Why? I don't know. Maybe it was to get me OFF of facebook and twitter.
Also, it's getting tough for me to rant in less than 15o characters.
So....here it is for better or worse. At the very least I can at least talk to myself on here and my family won't have to "listen" to me.
Either way, not sure why you're here but thanks. Even if you never come back :)

RTMFJR

RTMFJR
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Wednesday, July 22, 2015

Unsung Heros


I am currently reading a book entitled “Everything I Never Told You”, written by a local woman actually, Celeste Ng (who ALSO went to the University of Michigan thank you very much), and it has really hit a nerve and shed light on one of my greatest fears, not just as a person, but also as a parent. 

As a result of turning my mind toward that fear, the book has also left me feeling an incredible debt toward a group of people that I’m not sure all of us consider often enough.

Last night, as I sat at this same computer, I witnessed two things that brought my thoughts about the book screaming to the front of my mind. It was then that I felt a warm feeling of relief and gratitude that might have even led to a tear if seconds later Pedro Alvarez hadn’t struck out AGAIN with a runner in scoring position.

My fourteen year old son Andrew sat at the TV playing a game on XBOX.  (Yes! The dreaded video game system that is destroying our children and the country!! – lighten up.)  These days, though, you don’t just play a game alone.  With headphones on he is not just playing FIFA15, he is playing WITH his friends while talking with them at the same time.  It’s almost like every night Andrew has a conference call with this closest pals. 

The sound of his laughter during those times, as they exhort as well as throw jabs at each other, is some of the greatest music to my ears.  Also, listening to them hammer out the answers to some of life’s greatest questions, like which is the best flavor of Ramen noodles, is highly entertaining.

As they laughed through one such argument last nigh, my daughter Adeline (16) then passed by on her way out the door to take part in a monumental occurrence in the lives of her and her two friends, who she has known since pre-school.  One of the girls recently became the first of the group to get her driver’s license and tonight was their first trip in a car together without an adult.  (Yes I was petrified).  The excitement and laughter as they drove off added to the moment and emotion I was feeling. Maybe it was my male time of the month. As insignificant as those few minutes last night may seem to some, I shudder at the thought of parents and children that don’t have such experiences.

The father in “Everything I never told you” has a great fear that his son will have the same childhood that he had.  A quiet and slight boy, always alone and the target of many a joke or prank - for the most part friendless. As he realizes that his young son IS in fact living such a life my heart sinks as the reader. 

Some of the absolute saddest moments for me as a high school teacher is to see the kid alone at the cafeteria table.  Before my children were born my biggest fear was that it would be he or she that sat alone on a daily basis.  How could I control that? I couldn’t follow them to school.  How can I take charge of my kid’s social life and assure his/her inclusion and happiness? How could I shield them from bullies?

It is with all of this in mind that my heart fills with the gratitude I previously mentioned.  I’m not sure I will ever be able to properly express this to the group of kids that Adeline and Andrew have or have had in their lives to date.  These friends who shepherd them through the parts of life that I can not.  The sounding boards that they can bounce the shit off of that life throws at them.  These wonderful children with all of their own problems and flaws hold a big part of my kid’s emotional well- being in their unknowing hands.

I love all of them and think of them as my own, and I wish they could know that in a - non creepy guy that always picks them up from practice and makes stupid jokes – sort of way.  I haven’t even mentioned the thank you I owe to the parents of these kids.

For that matter, how sad is it that I don’t spend enough time thanking of or even catching up with MY group of childhood and adolescent friends. Whether we acknowledge it or not……whether we give thanks or not….this group, if we were blessed enough to have it, was one of the most important groups of people to ever enter our lives.  I think of these people so much more than they know.  I still do and say things that were directly from or directly influenced by them.

What a fun thing it is to watch this part of the lives of Adeline and Andrew.  Tonight as I watch the Pirates battle the best team in baseball and drink for many other reasons, I will also drink a toast to my friends and the friends of my children who were or are such a large part of our life’s journey and education.

I firmly believe it still takes a community ……the community just looks very different.  The streets where we all used to play have been replaced in part by internet cables and wi-fi…..but they’re still there….and I thank God for the friends at the other end.