Well it's 9pm and mini me is safely in bed, dreaming, or rather having nightmares given his age, of having to return to school after a day off. This is that time of night I refer to as my "me-time." It's that time for me to reflect not only on the day but recent events.
Perhaps the most notable event as of late was mini-me's first birthday without his mother. It was difficult, I won't lie but at the same time, his friends came over and he was laughing and having fun. What more could a dad ask for?
I have a new addiction of sorts. Since I have started writing this, I have started to read other blogs. Some to get ideas, some to get much needed laughs, and yet others just because they seem of interest. I won't mention the ones I have read by name but I can narrow them down to 3 categories: humorous, informative, and self absorbed. Now personally I don't have a problem with the first two, the latter though I can do without.
The problem I have with the self absorbed blogs stem not from the fact they are self absorbed, but rather they tend to be elitist in nature. I don't need to read someone's extended discussion on what constitutes art. Nor do I need to read the random use of the $64,000 words simply because they can use them. Here's a litttle hint, seems a lot of bloggers are educated and can use those words as well, we just don't need to self justify our intellectual capacity. Additionally, do I really need to know you are trying a new work out regime?
No, I don't need these blogs. I tend to think they are screaming " Look at me, I am educated, I am important." Give me the ones which talk of men's style, or parenting, or beer. Yes I enjoy a good beer, just because I am a parent doesn't mean life has ended.
In a very real sense, this blog may be that same scream of attempts at self promotion. My only response is, not really. I could care less what others think of me. I know who I am, and what I am, so the need for self -promotion isn't necessary. I don't run from that, nor do I deny it.
You'll find that one of my dearest motto's is to thine own self to be true. So if this at any times seems self absorbed and and act of desperate recognition, then I apologize. It was never my intent.
Tonight's menu was stuffed pork chops, some over roasted sweet potatoes, and a salad.
Thursday, September 29, 2011
Monday, September 26, 2011
An Open Letter to Mini Me on the Eve of His Birthday
Well Mini me, here it is, the eve of your birthday. This is a letter I have known for a while was coming. So I know exactly what I desire to say.
It's your first birthday without your mother. I kept my promise to you both. You never knew of the promise as you were still in your crib when I made it late one night. I promised I would do everything in my power to make sure you and your mother had a relationship. That promise has lasted for more than a decade, and looking back, I have no regrets.
I won't sit here and say it wasn't difficult at times. It was, but you know, more times than naught, the right things to do always tend to be the hardest. Never take the path of least resistance, Mini me, no personal growth lies down that path. Nothing but heartache and regrets will be your boon down such a path.
No Mini me, I hold no regrets now. I anchored myself in that promise, knowing full well before hand what lay ahead. To say you handled it with aplomb and dignity which far outweighed mine is an understatement of monstrous proportions. In a real sense, I need to thank you, you have been the steadying influence, and for that I can never repay you.
You have been there through the good and bad times. When I have stepped out to try and forge something and ended in failure, you were there to let me know everything would be ok. When you broke your bone, and I was worried sick, you were there to let me know bones heal. When I started to take life too serious, your prism of innocence was there to remind of the beauty in the everyday: the snowball fights followed by hot chocolate, the awe of standing 20 feet from 2 deer as we all had eyes as big as saucers. You've taught me much mini me, but most importantly, you have resurrected me.
You see mini me, prior to your birth, I was going through the motions of life. I was unfeeling to an extent. There was no pleasure in life, it was just routine of life: work, eat, sleep, play. You've changed that mini me. Every day is a new day now and for that I thank you.
We are entering a new stage now mini me. I no longer have that anchor of the promise. You have entered adolescence, and I cannot help but be proud of the young man you are becoming: thoughtful, caring, empathetic, wise beyond your years. I cannot promise you these future years will be easy, for I won't make false pretenses- there is enough of that in the world today. We'll have our disagreements. You'll think I am being overbearing at times, or that I just don't understand. Rest assured though, I too was once your age. Just know I always have your best intentions at heart. We'll weather this, as we have the last decade or so.
I do promise though, that I will always be beside you. I won't hold your hand through this, and I won't carry you, but together, we'll make it through.
Always my best Mini me
And thank you for everything
Dad
It's your first birthday without your mother. I kept my promise to you both. You never knew of the promise as you were still in your crib when I made it late one night. I promised I would do everything in my power to make sure you and your mother had a relationship. That promise has lasted for more than a decade, and looking back, I have no regrets.
I won't sit here and say it wasn't difficult at times. It was, but you know, more times than naught, the right things to do always tend to be the hardest. Never take the path of least resistance, Mini me, no personal growth lies down that path. Nothing but heartache and regrets will be your boon down such a path.
No Mini me, I hold no regrets now. I anchored myself in that promise, knowing full well before hand what lay ahead. To say you handled it with aplomb and dignity which far outweighed mine is an understatement of monstrous proportions. In a real sense, I need to thank you, you have been the steadying influence, and for that I can never repay you.
You have been there through the good and bad times. When I have stepped out to try and forge something and ended in failure, you were there to let me know everything would be ok. When you broke your bone, and I was worried sick, you were there to let me know bones heal. When I started to take life too serious, your prism of innocence was there to remind of the beauty in the everyday: the snowball fights followed by hot chocolate, the awe of standing 20 feet from 2 deer as we all had eyes as big as saucers. You've taught me much mini me, but most importantly, you have resurrected me.
You see mini me, prior to your birth, I was going through the motions of life. I was unfeeling to an extent. There was no pleasure in life, it was just routine of life: work, eat, sleep, play. You've changed that mini me. Every day is a new day now and for that I thank you.
We are entering a new stage now mini me. I no longer have that anchor of the promise. You have entered adolescence, and I cannot help but be proud of the young man you are becoming: thoughtful, caring, empathetic, wise beyond your years. I cannot promise you these future years will be easy, for I won't make false pretenses- there is enough of that in the world today. We'll have our disagreements. You'll think I am being overbearing at times, or that I just don't understand. Rest assured though, I too was once your age. Just know I always have your best intentions at heart. We'll weather this, as we have the last decade or so.
I do promise though, that I will always be beside you. I won't hold your hand through this, and I won't carry you, but together, we'll make it through.
Always my best Mini me
And thank you for everything
Dad
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