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So, how’re you holding up? Keeping it all together?

Sometimes I have a difficult time coming up with a topic to write about. Today is one of those days. And yet I feel compelled to write to you and encourage you to keep moving forward; to keep the faith and to fight throughhow_you_doin whatever negativity you might be dealing with. Some days we simply need someone to tell us we’re amazing. That what we’re doing is epic. Sometimes it’s just nice to hear someone say, “I don’t know how you do it.”

Just the fact that you’re there for your kids is something to be both proud of and thankful for. Some dads leave a divorce and put it all behind them, including their kids. I wish there was something I could say to those dads, but chances are those dads probably aren’t reading this blog. I feel bad for those fathers because they’re really missing out on one of the most amazing experiences life has to offer. Keep in mind I’m not talking about dads who want to be there, but have limited access to the kids due to the courts. I’m talking about the dads who just don’t care. Because they would if they knew what they were missing.

But it’s not easy and it doesn’t come without an effort as you well know. It doesn’t come without battles, compromises and standing up for yourself AND your kids. There is a reason why you get up every morning, idadjpg-85702c75c414f9a9make school lunches, stay up late washing a special pair of jeans your daughter wants to wear to school in the morning, coach a soccer team or teach your kid how to make the perfect pancake. There’s a reason you stop what you’re doing when you tuck your kids in at night to spend 30 minutes talking to them about their day. It’s because once you see your kids smile due to your efforts it becomes infectious. When you sense the impact you’re having on your kids you become astutely aware of your true purpose.

It doesn’t happen right off the bat necessarily. And I think that’s where some dads struggle. You can’t just wake up one day and expect your twelve year old kid to be your best pal. It takes time for both you and your kids to find your groove and to respect each other. It takes time to accept certain aspects of being a dad and get comfortable with others. And even when you do, there are going to be days when you struggle to keep the focus where it needs to be. Because along with your kids, there are a thousand other people pulling at you, needing you, expecting things from you. You get lost in a project, or invariably everything lands on the same day between 10 am and noon. That’s when the school calls to let you know your daughter has a temperature. Or your ex texts you to see if there’s any chance you can best_job_ive_ever_had_being_a_dad_mousepad-p144662381049604604eng3t_400meet the kids at the bus stop today because of an emergency.

It’s a balance that takes time to master and even then it’s not always easy when you’re getting it from all sides. So I’m here to tell you you’re doing great. You’re a great dad and your kids need you, typically when they seem to need you the least. But they need you because of the amazing things you bring to their lives. They need you because you’re the only dad they have and over time they’ve learned to appreciate everything you do, even when they tell you you’re the worst dad ever because you made them turn off an inappropriate program or made them clean their room or turn off the computer. They need the boundaries you set, the hugs you offer, the reassurances you give them that they’re awesome and not a freak like so many of their school mates make them feel like sometimes.

They need you dad and they need you because you’ve set the bar. And now that you’ve set it to not maintain it would be letting them down. And the fact that you’ve set the bar is the strongest indication that you’re doing a great job.

How YOU Doin’?

 

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Tea Time!

As parents, it’s easy to get lost in our day, our obligations, our deadlines and just assume the kids will entertain themselves and each other. In the process we often miss golden opportunities to maintain a dialogue with our kids that no doubt we’ll be wishing we had 8-10 years from now when they’re older.

So never underestimate the power of turning off the computer or television about half an hour before your kid’s bedtime and sitting down with them to share a cup of tea or hot chocolate. And if you’re smart, you’ll eventually learn to just sit there, shut up, sip your tea and listen for twenty nine of the thirty minuteskhashayar20101010152119700

Mind you, I’m not an expert by any means. Just a dad trying to learn how to raise three kids and maintain a positive relationship with all three of them. In doing so I typically notice something just about every day that I can do better. One of those things is listening. I’ve sucked at it for as long as I can remember and have to continually be aware of when I’m failing to give someone their proper minutes. And to a child of 7 or 10 or 14 or 45, I think sometimes that’s all they’re asking for. For someone to listen and to take their thoughts and opinions seriously.

About a year ago my daughters and I started having “tea time with dad” just before bedtime. It wasn’t anything extraordinary. Just a chance to end the day together and share a moment where the rest of the world was shut out. From time to time it now includes my son as well, although it’s usually hot cocoa not tea. Over time it’s turned into one of my favorite parts of the week. It’s especially special when it turns into a simple one on one sipping.

There are times I just sit and listen in amazement at the amount of “stuff” my kids have absorbed, even at
tv_turnoff_week_image-copysuch a tender age, and just how much is racing around up there. I can’t help but smile and even laugh out loud at times as I witness how they process all of the information they’re capturing throughout the day. Their perspectives are truly amazing and eye opening as they provide insights into what’s important to them and how they view the world, their mom, their school, their neighbors, their bus driver, their friends and me.

My kids have a lot to say and there are times I ask them to keep their thoughts to themselves, especially when
those thoughts are hateful or demeaning. So providing them with a safe environment to open up, knowing
they’re not going to get a lecture or a rebuttal in response has proven to be a win / win on several levels.

As you’ve probably noticed if you read this blog on a regular basis, I would never divulge details about anything my kids share with me. But the content of our tea time discussions isn’t what’s important here. It’s the simple concept of shutting out the world for 30 minutes so that it’s just two or three minds connected and sharing thoughts, concerns, fears, dreams and opinions about music, clothes, pets, or whatever comes to mind. What you hear may not even make sense to you all the time. But I’m sure we don’t make sense to them all the time either. The point is maintaining a connection, letting them know they’re loved and appreciated and teaching them the power of sharing and listening. If you’re lucky, you’ll learn that and then some yourself.

Peace!

 

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SongPop Butt Whoopin’

I’m one of those guys who typically avoids the facebook games. You know Farmburbia or Badazallamamamam, or whatever the devil they’re called. I had little if any interest and eventually started to “unsubscribe” to friends whose updates kept letting me know every time they milked a cow or rescued a kitten.

Then the angels got together and decided to create a dream game come true. SongPop came along and everything changed. They literally had me at “Hello.” But for more reasons than just the interactive joy of trying to school my nephews on 70′s rock. Despite having to put my house up for sale out of shame from the can of whoop ass handed to me by a neighbor, I had found my new guilty pleasure.

Yes I loved the game, but the highlight for me was when my ten-year-old daughter downloaded the app on her i-touch. It quickly evolved into the first legitimate competition between us. It also became a unique way for us to connect on an unprecedented level. It started with her beboppin’ around the house after beating me on her first “Today’s Top Hits” challenge. Then her tween-cussing (crap, shoot, etc) upon losing to me in “60′s Collection.”

Aside from the competition aspect of the game, there were two amazing things happening here. First there was the bonding taking place through the simple interaction. Then there was the invitation into each other’s musical universes through which we both grew to understand a little bit more about each other. Probably small in the large scheme of things, but a cool prospect none the less. Now, even when she’s at her mom’s we’ll have a way of connecting and making each other laugh or hang our head in shame. Either way, we’re staying connected and learning to appreciate each other. I think in any relationship, there’s an amazing thing that happens any time you recognize that someone has taken the time to understand you a little better.

Now, I’m not going to lie to you. It’s been painful listening to some of the music she likes, but she’s opening up to me about what she knows and listens to. In turn, I’m taking the opportunity to delve a little deeper in-between
rounds to listen a little closer to what her little ears are hearing on a regular basis. I don’t like a lot of it, but at least now I’m aware and can discuss it with her in a non confrontational manner.

I’ve written before about, what I consider to be, the importance of teaching our kids an appreciation for music and the hundreds of genres, styles and countless options there are for new discovery. To me this is such a cool opportunity to have fun with it and share something important to both of us. I may not like all of it, but now when she asks me to turn on Radio Disney or I put on the 60′s on 6, we’ll both have a reason to listen rather than go “I hate this music!” And perhaps it’ll open up other doors down the road when she’s a little older. Could this help lay the ground work for a broader more open communication? Who knows and maybe I’m reaching a bit, but it’s worth a shot don’t you think?

The first time she beat me on the Classic Rock category I couldn’t help but smile underneath my “WHAT!!!” Probably a little more than she did when I beat her on “Modern Rap.” But just to hear her yell through the house, “I GOT JUMPIN’ JACK FLASH!” was a proud moment for me. And, maybe I was imagining things, but the hug I got at the end of the day seemed a little tighter than usual as well.

Win or lose though seems more like a win / win.

 

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Gosh Darn Lyrics!

As we were listening to Disney Radio on Sirius / XM the other day, I had a revelation. The music featured on the station, in many cases, is also featured on many of the “Current Hit” stations both on satellite radio and your  traditional local radio stations. The challenge this creates as a parent is differentiating between what is appropriate music for your 8-12 year old and what isn’t as the lines have become somewhat blurred. The songs featured on Disney now emulate and are often part of the mix with what can be some of the more adult themed music on your traditional pop stations leaving kids to think it’s all fair game which, for some parents, may be problematic.

OK OK. So at this point you’re probably saying, “whoa there fella, you’re starting to sound an awful lot like one of them snobbish, judgmental, overprotective, ultra-conservative parents we’ve all come to love making fun of.” First, I have a point which I’ll get to in a moment and second; I grew up yelling “My Dingaling,” singing “Little Willy” and blasting “The Telephone Man.” I’m sure even my grandparents sang “It’s really killin’ that he’s so willin’ to make whoopee” along with Sinatra (that heathen).

I also listened to my sister’s psychedelic rock vinyl from the 60′s that emitted some INSANE messages. By age nine I was dreaming of blowing off class to explore Itchycoo Park where I could be eight miles high in a purple haze. I was later introduced to the blues through amazing bands like Aerosmith and Led Zeppelin who enjoyed loving people on an elevator and offering up every inch of that love. Really had no idea what it all meant to be honest with you. At that age I just thought the music was cool. But looking back, I would consider it a crime if I hadn’t had all that great music to explore.

More recently, I’ve begun introducing my kids to all kinds of great music from all genres and eras. Admittedly, from time to time I’ve had to do my best to avoid explaining what it means to have someone squeeze my lemons, kiss you all over, or push push in the bush. And for now a magic carpet ride is something Aladdin took from time to time. But I think it’s important to expose kids to all different styles of music and talk to them about the history and meaning behind a song as much as is appropriate for their ages. And to be clear, as you read this, know that my ex-wife and I continually communicate about the music our own kids are listening to and monitor it to ensure explicit lyrics, foul language and certain topics are avoided and banned from i-pods all together. We’re open, but let’s be real here. There are limits.

Anyway; I was 12 when David Naughton came out with the song “Makin’ It.” I remember sitting in the car with my mom. We were driving through a plaza in West Seneca, NY listening to the radio when it came on. I started singing along and she turned the station. “Why’d you do that?” I inquired. “That song is inappropriate for you!” she explained. “Why?” I asked. “Nevermind,” she implored. “You don’t know what it means.” I did actually. The song was the theme to a sitcom by the same name and was about overcoming the odds and being successful despite your short comings. My mom obviously thought it meant something completely different but didn’t bother to ask.

But we’re getting off track a bit. This isn’t an essay on the pros / cons of rock music. (Well maybe just a little). But I’ve never believed there to be a danger in listening to any kind of music. I actually think the real danger is not listening to enough. Music is magic. The more you listen to the more it broadens your creative senses and ability to paint mental pictures.The music your kids are listening to is something they’ll carry with them the rest of their lives. But it probably won’t influence them the way you think it will. I myself still have my “Itchycoo Park” 45, but despite listening to it 1,423,334 times, I never ‘got high.’ That just wasn’t my scene man.

But back to the point of the whole Disney / Today’s hit music issue and what our kids are listening to. The more I thought about it the more I realized it wasn’t necessarily about the lyrics themselves. For me personally, being aware of what your kids are listening to is more about opportunities to demonstrate to your kids that you’re paying attention and that you care about how the world affects them. With i-tunes, mp3 players, Pandora, Spotify, etc. all so easily accessible to kids in a more intimate and private way, it’s all that more difficult to know what your children are being exposed to. When it comes to music, let’s be honest, like us 20 or 30 years ago, half the time they have no idea what the lyric really means. I had no idea why Alice was small. Sure sounded like fun though. Almost as much as it would be to join Lucy in the sky with diamonds.

As I’ve mentioned, I think I’ve come to the point where I believe this is less about the lyric and more about the opportunities they present for a dad (or mom). Whether your kids and their friends are currently singing about the joys of being  “Higher Than A Mother f-!#% r” or trying to get boys to show them their “Peacock Cock Cock,” as a parent you have an excellent opportunity to demonstrate to your kid that you’re paying attention. If there’s any question, have them go on line and print out the lyrics to a song that may be a concern. Talk about it, discuss the potential issues with them. Explain to them why something may or may not be appropriate. If they hear a song that has lyrics that are degrading to women, it’s a great opportunity to explain why it’s offensive. And find out what THEY think it means. Some valuable insights to be mined are just waiting for you. Build some boundries if you want or don’t. It’s really up to you not the Harper Valley PTA. But the bottom line is, what better way to let them know that A. you’re listening and B. you care.

 

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Perfect Attendance!

Through 16 years of school I never once achieved perfect attendance. I could usually count on at least one good old fashioned cold to keep me home at least a day or two. I could always enhance the symptoms enough to get the sympathy vote. Alway loved that moment when mom would say the magic words; “OK, I’ll go make you some chamomile tea; you stay in bed and rest.” An hour later I’d be on the couch under 5 blankets watching Sesame Street and Mr. Rogers Neighborhood on a UHF channel eating a Snickers bar.

Sadly, the experience is one that my own kids may not never look back on with such fondness. For you see, today all three came home with Perfect Attendance Certificates. All three! It still amazes me that through the course of what was most likely one of the most difficult years we’ve ever experienced as a family, we somehow by the grace of God managed to get the kids to school every single day.

It got me thinking. I realize we do what we do out of the love of our children. But would it be so wrong for the parents to get some kind of an award for having the kids at their desk every single solitary school day? Would it hurt to receive a $10 gift card to Krispy Kreme or maybe an oil change? All of those mornings when at least one of the kids refused to get out of bed, the arguments over whether the chosen shorts were too, um, short, or the mornings one of them would try to get out of having to hand in a report that wasn’t finished. All of the lunches, getting them dressed, teeth brushed, shoes tied, the mad dashes to the bus, the days having to drive them because we missed said bus. Yet, we made it every time. Both their mom and I somehow managed to pull it off. So why does the kid get all of the praise? Seriously!

If you feel jilted, if you feel you deserve and award, I have just the thing for you. It’s your very own perfect attendance award. Print it … sign it, frame it and hang it on the wall. Let the world know that every morning at 6 a.m. you were the one the kids woke up to make breakfast. It was you who embarrassed the kids by standing out by the bus stop wearing your raggedy pj’s, your sweat stained baseball cap and a pair of flip flops … in the snow. You can click on the image for a printable version that’ll look great on the mantle or just hanging on the fridge long enough to make your kid’s eyes roll.

And don’t fret moms. There’s a version for you too. Hang it with pride. Let the kids know who really deserves the credit for making sure they had enough children’s Benadryl to get them through the day without anyone realizing they were contageous.

Maybe you didn’t get your very own version in school 20-30 years ago. But now’s your chance to make up for it. Live vicariously through your kids with your own award that lets the world know you were there. You may have been half asleep. Hell, you may not even remember most of the mornings, but you got them on the bus with or without a scarf.

O.K., being serious for a moment. It’s a lot of work being there day in and day out. If you’re fortunate enough to have a good relationship with your ex and you live close enough to each other to help each other out, there are a ton of benefits to be had from a positive relationship. Not the least of which is making sure your kids are prepared for school every day. And I don’t just mean getting there. There are the school supplies, ensuring one of you is there for every school event, every class performance, field trip, maybe lunch once in a while. Anything to let the kids know you’re there for them and that even though their mom and dad aren’t together anymore, that doesn’t mean they’re not going to get the love and support they should expect from their mom and dad.

Look, all kidding aside, it’s impossible to be a perfect mom or dad. But just being there is a great place to start. Usually that’s all the kid is looking for. To know you’re there. To know that you care and to know you’ll be there when they need you and some times even when they don’t. If there’s any certificate to strive for, it’s the lifetime perfect attendance award for just being there day after day.

 

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Someone’s Ringin’ A Bell

When I started this blog several months ago I had no idea the range of emotions I would endure. Nor was I prepared for the continued ebbs and flows my life would encounter as every corner of my life would be turned upside down. It’s easy to sit down and tell readers to stay positive and profess “you can do it!” with some days being easier than others. But practicing what you preach, as you’re well aware, is a real battle some times.

Some days it’s not as easy to project a positive energy and cheer people on, especially when you see important life sustaining pillars within your own world starting to crumble. I say this to you because I don’t want you to feel that I’m here to preach about staying positive from a mountain top I’ve managed to climb. I’m not an expert. Like you, I battle daily, sometimes hourly, with the stresses that come from this incredible life transformation. The truth is I’m still climbing. And some days rocks knock me back down. Hell some days it’s more like an avalanche. My point is, as much as I’m here to share the victories and encourage you, I’m also continuing to go through my own journey. And as you well know, it’s no cake walk.

Those who know me, know that I’m not one to ask for help. My pride is pretty damn strong. I do things the way I want to and when life immerses me in negativity I tend to shutter up the windows and wait until I’ve managed to fix things before I let people in again. Pretty sad huh? For some reason I’m finding that in this instance perhaps I’m taking the wrong approach. Perhaps it’s time to start letting people come in and help with the renovation. I keep getting beat over the head by people telling me I shouldn’t walk this journey alone. But that’s easier said than done. When that’s all you’ve ever done, it’s difficult to clear off the passenger seat and let someone ride shotgun let alone drive when you can’t go another mile.

Which is why I’m starting to open myself up a bit and invite more people in. And I encourage you to do the same. I’ve learned something these past few months thanks to some old friends as well as some fairly new ones. Confining yourself to your home and watching a part of your world fall to ruin by yourself is not only counter productive, it’s incredibly unhealthy and potentially dangerous.

I recently had the distinct honor of meeting with several war veterans. Regardless of their age or time of active duty, they all spoke to one very important detail about transitioning to civilian life after they retired from the military, whether because of injury or they simply retired. They all told me the most important aspect of transitioning back into civilian life was to ensure that you create a support group around you. As service members, they were accustomed to being part of a team that helped each other through every battle. They grew to rely on the safety net provided by the team that surrounded them. But once their tour of duty was finished, sitting alone in their home made them feel incredibly isolated and vulnerable. They stressed the importance of not going it alone and that it’s impossible to win a war by yourself.

Now, I’m not about to compare living day to day on the front line with the end of a relationship. But as someone who has routinely tackled life on my own, I couldn’t help but be taken by their personal stories and the lessons they came away with. Transitioning from one life to another can be incredibly daunting and overwhelming. You’re filled with insecurities and fears of judgement that you somehow failed and that you’re unworthy of friendship or love. And don’t even get me started on the financial burdens that come with turning your life 180 degrees, regardless of the reason. Everyone has been telling me the same thing; you need to find the strength within to open up to someone if not multiple someones. And they WANT to be there for you. Just as I want to be there for you, to help you see that you’re not alone and you’re not the only one experiencing this. Make that effort to confide in someone or better yet find someone who may be dealing with the same life altering experience. My new military friends stressed the importance of finding people who can relate to what you’re going through. Not only can people be there for YOU, but in turn YOU can be there for them and walk away with a sense of self worth. And after all, isn’t that what we’re all looking for in the first place?

So I thank you for walking this journey with me and encourage you to not only continue but invite others to join us. In the words of Paul McCartney, “Someone’s knockin’ at the door, Somebody’s ringin’ a bell. Do me a favor, open the door and let’m in.”

Perhaps together we can help each other find our way to the top of that mountain.

 

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Shut Up And Listen

When it comes to dealing with girls, 10 year old boys can be dumb. I can make that statement because at one time I was one and I hung out with many more of them. They really have no idea what they’re saying or how their words are being received by a sensitive little 10 year old girl who is suddenly all about body image. Eventually, they will grow up to be young men who will say things that are hurtful without even realizing it. They’re clueless. The scary thing is, along with my two daughters, in a few years, I’ll have one of THOSE running around the house as well.

It’s not for lack of trying mind you. Many times we walk away from a conversation with a female all proud of ourselves internally convinced we nailed it. Meanwhile the girl has walked away thinking “what an idiot.” We mean well mind you; but no clue.

Part of the problem is we don’t listen. We really don’t. Even when we’re listening, we’re not listening.

And so it stands that the other night after an argument with my 10 year old daughter, I decided it was time to just listen.

I will tell you point blank; I do not envy our youth. I would not want to be 10 years old today. The issues they’re facing are the same ones we didn’t face until we were well into our teens and it’s scary to think that these sensitive little minds are having to cope with body issues and maturity issues they shouldn’t even be exposed to for another 3-4 years. But they are and so here we are as parents, needing all the more to just listen.

My ex-wife told me that her perception is that our 10 year old doesn’t feel heard. And I think she nailed it. As soon as I just sat and listened for 90 minutes it was like a whole new little girl emerged. She became a chatter box and I heard all about the challenges this little person deals with on a daily basis and they have nothing to do with long division or geography. Those are a cake walk compared to the social anxiety forced upon 4th graders today. If you’ve seen the movie “Mean Girls,” imagine the same thing in elementary school because that’s exactly what my daughter described.

So what’s a parent to do? You know I think the answer is relatively simple. Just be there to listen. You can let them know that people typically have no idea that they’re hurting your feelings when they do, especially 10 year old boys. You can also reassure them that it’s not worth their energy to try to keep up with the prissy little rich girl who sticks her nose up in the air at everything everyone else does. But really, just let them be heard in a non-judgemental way.

Internally, recognize that their anxiety is real. They may be 6 or 8 or 10, but their emotions are heavy and the world is already being mean to them. They need your support any way they can get it. And that little 5 year old boy sitting next to them in the car? He needs to see the affects of the words he’s going to be saying in a few years if not already. And we need to take the time to point it out to him. The whole “boys will be boys” excuse is bunk. But that’s a whole other topic.

You know, we get so wrapped up in our own concerns that it becomes very easy to just brush off a little kid’s ‘worries.’ I’ve done it. I’m sure you have too at some point. But tomorrow they’re going to be 15 and it’s going to be too late. They’ll have been bombarded with hateful words and actions for far too long for you to just walk in and fix it. The need to counter the negativity in their lives needs to start now. And sometimes that’s just the simple act of walking away from Facebook for 30 minutes and listening to your daughter talk about boys saying mean things.

 

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