Back In the Day... (June 17st)
Celebrating what Dad has given us
Father's Day is one of my favorite
days of the year. The day is special because it's about so much more than being
a dad, than about getting the cool gifts the boys may make, or being served
coffee in bed and hanging out with the guys watching some Sunday marathon on
TV. Certainly, my children – my sons – are at the very heart of it,
but not for the reasons you might think.
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Kid Creep: My bathroom is their bathroom
My wife and I should sell
our house and downsize to a two bedroom, one bath home. I repeatedly come to
this conclusion every time I step into our master bath where I find the boys'
pajamas lined up on my side of vanity. Each morning and night, I find their
toothbrushes resting on the rim of my sink, and fairly often their used Dixie
cups left in the sink. And scattered about the counter are the day's treasures
they've emptied from their pockets – rocks, toy parts, erasers, or other
odds and ends young boys might value.
Last night my son had a
coughing fit. He bolted out of bed and ran for the bathroom. Not the kids'
bathroom, which is a mere 5 paces from his bed. No, he tore off down the hall
for my bathroom where he proceeded to hock up a lung. He's fine. But this
incident and all the clutter illustrate the chronic syndrome of – kid creep.
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Ready, set, wind down for summer
Spring is aptly named for
this time of year because parents coil up in tension for graduations and
advancement ceremonies, sports finales like baseball playoffs, as well as dance
or music recitals. Even in scouts there's a mad dash to finish requirements for
rank advancement or merit badges – all of which pelts the calendar and wallet
like machine gun fire.
So as all these things come
to pass this week and next, and as everyone downshifts into summer, listen
carefully for a quiet sigh spreading across homes all over, signaling the start
of a welcome decompression...
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The siren song of Mom's cooking
High on a back shelf in our
closet is dollhouse, flanked by old cleats, golf clubs, hunting gear, a box of
army men, and one of Hot Wheels. That's not to say all things feminine are
tucked away. But it is symbolic of a woman outnumbered by three sons and a
husband – along with a horde of male friends. And yet, my wife is in
total control.
Among the many reasons I
married Ann Marie...
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No break with family tradition
Bone
density is breaking news in our house. My middle son broke a finger, as did my
youngest. Both suffered their fractures from playing baseball. Not to be
outdone, of course, I got into the act by shattering my wrist bones in my right
hand – except it wasn't something as masculine as playing ball...
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Copyright 2009 by David Falloure
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