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Showing posts with label kids. Show all posts
Showing posts with label kids. Show all posts

Tuesday, July 8, 2014

Don't flinch

A few short weeks from now, you’ll be double checking suitcases, book bags, and new student lists as you prepare to leave your home and enter the world of higher education. As I look at the excitement, anticipation and inpatients on your glowing face, my heart swells, more than I thought it ever could, at the amazing person you’ve become.
I know the last thing in the world you want to hear right now is yet more advice from a woman who’s been offering it, wanted and otherwise, your entire life. But there’s something I’ve tried to teach you, maybe more by example than anything else, and I need to say it; to know that you know.
As you move out into the world with your mind hungry to learn new things and find new experiences, know that not all of the lessons are going to be good ones. That’s OK. I believe in my heart that the world is a good and beautiful place, but there are places, situations and sometimes even people that are not.

Try never to become too busy to soak in the beauty around you, to look for it and celebrate it! But when you find people that have had it taken from them, or were never taught to look for it, don’t flinch. Never let yourself become callous or hard. Instead, look for ways to share some part of your joy with them.
When you meet people, make sure you look them in the eye. Remember to never judge someone based on appearances. The true measure of a man (or woman) is taken over time and should be based more on on their deeds than words alone.
Hopefully you’ll always find more kindness and compassion on the ledger than anything else. But if you’re faced with otherwise, don’t flinch. Turning a blind eye to the ugliness in life is how apathy is born.

Monday, June 16, 2014

Planet of the Jakes: Breakfast of Champions

“Dad...”  Jakob said, walking into the laundry room.  I was doing my last minute ironing, right before rushing off to work.  Like I do every other morning.

“What’s up, Jakob?”  I asked, turning the shirt that I was ironing over to make a run on the other side.
drying cleaning is so overrated.
drying cleaning is so overrated.
Sarah didn’t eat any of the pizza we left for her last night.”  He stated matter of factly.

“Yea.  I know.”  Sarah was off on another school related function until late the night before.  I forced the other animals to save her a couple of slices of plain pizza, which she didn’t bother eating when she got home.  “Why do you care?”

“Just saying.”  He replied rather casually, walking around the mess that is our laundry room.

I stopped ironing for a moment, to figure out what this kid’s play was.  Was he just being a narc?  Did he want the pizza?  Did he want me to save him the pizza for when he got home from school?  “Ok.  Well...”  I hesitated.  “You can have them if you want them.”

“Ok.”  Jakob said, quickly turning away, leaving me to my ironing solitude.

I finished up the shirt, ran the iron over my pants (look...i don’t care what they say.  “Wrinkle free” is not really “wrinkle free”.  Neither is “wrinkle resistant”.  Especially when you leave the clothes in the laundry basket for too long.  Like days.) and headed upstairs to finish getting ready for work.  Jakob was sitting at the kitchen table, eating the pizza.

“You’re eating the pizza now?”  I asked, laughing.

He shrugged.  “You said I could.”

“I didn’t think you were going to eat it for breakfast.”

He took a swig of some orange looking liquid.  “But, you said I could.”  He repeated.
“Wait.”  I said, looking at the glass.  “Are you drinking orange juice?”

c'mon!  like you never thought about it?
c'mon! it totally sounds delicious! you know it!
“Yea?”  He replied, like I was the crazy one.

“Pizza and orange juice?”

He nodded, taking another bite of the pizza.

“For breakfast?”

“Yea.”  He replied.  “There’s still another piece of plain...” Jakob looked at me, questioningly.

“You can have it?”  I shrugged.

“Ok.”  He said, getting up to put the slice in the microwave.

“Pizza and orange juice.”  I muttered, leaving the kitchen.  “Now that’s the breakfast of champions.”

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Images courtesy of:
Pizza:  https://www.flickr.com/photos/bill_roehl/
Orange Juice:  https://www.flickr.com/photos/bepster/

Monday, June 2, 2014

Nothing like a binkytini for buying yourself 5 seconds of silence

Okokok.  Here’s what I want to know.  Which one of you sickos is responsible for this disclaimer:
Nothing like a binkytini for buying yourself 5 seconds of silence.
C’mon!  Fess up.  Stand up with pride.  Who served up a binkytini to their lil darling, for just a few hours of precious sleep.  Don’t be shy, now.  I’m not condemning you.  Oh no.  I know far too well that desperate times call for desperate measures.
Now look…I ain’t condoning slipping your kid a mickey (as it were) to save your sanity.  Not at all!  I’m just saying…I feel your pain.
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