Category Archives: Parenting

Time Stand Still

I can’t help but notice the deliriously ignorant approach my 3-year-old takes towards time. Being 41, even in the contemporary “40 is the new 30” mentality, I am far right on the bell curve – perhaps several standard deviations from the average age an adult human is a parent to someone 39 months of age. Most of my friends, even the “smart” ones (just kidding) have pre-teens, tweens or even teenagers. I have a very close friend that is a grand-uncle. Yikes!!!!

Back to time…..

I guess the fascination rests on two things I noticed today playing catch in the pool with Fisher.

First of all, is that these little folks really do live in the “Now”. We talk about living in the “Now” all the time. But these little people really do. Just stop and watch and listen: “I want to go to McDonald’s”, “I have to go potty”, “I want to go to the beach”, “I am hot”, “I am tired”, ” Are we there yet?” Rhetorically inscribed in all of these declarations (and questions) is literally The Power of Now. But are they all selfish comments from a toddler? Or the gargantuan chants of a Buddha?  In the now…. Interesting thing to ponder. What is the opposite of living in The Now? Responsibility? A stop watch? Calendars? 9-5??? Who said Time is a Healer??? Time is killing us….

Another observation, a confirming observation because this is something I have thought about for a long time, is that, as Einstein confirmed and proved – Time is truly relevant. At what age do we stop wishing we are older, wishing we are younger and as I recently did, take out a calculator and figure out how many hours I (statistically speaking, on average) have left to live??? It has taken exactly one hour and 17 minutes for my Fisher to eat lunch (and he still isn’t finished) – a rather large percentage of my statistical life. It is 85 degrees outside and not a cloud in the sky. And now it is nap time. He doesn’t care because he has x number of perfect days left to enjoy. I have far less.

But, every day with Fisher is a perfect day and I just wish time could stop. Time, please stand still or at the very least….take a freaking break once in a while….Jeez, some of of us are trying to live around here…………..


The Last Breath of a Sleeping White Dragon

Thanks to shows like American Idol and our winner-take-all society, our children, thumbs glued to their Droids and iPods are presumably typing away about their ambitions to be the next Carrie Underwood or Justin Beiber….or even Harry Potter….who knows. Remember when you you were asked what you wanted to be when you grew up? There were the standard Fireman, Policeman, Dr., Lawyer, Teacher, Actor….and of course Astronaut as answers. Few kids responded Engineer or Software Developer or Mathematician. Ok, I may have left out Marine Biologist in that list. My point is this… Few kids, even when we were kids, admitted to wanting to study lots of Science and Math for their occupation of choice. I venture to say that today that this is more than likely even more true. But there still are plenty of kids that want to be astronauts…I know several, including my son. But, what happens when he finds out that astronaut is no longer a job or career choice??? I find myself reminiscing the glory days of the Space Shuttle. I remember visiting Kennedy Space center as a child. I have witnessed many a launch which never fails to bring tears to my eyes – chills – awe. I don’t think the retirement of the Space Shuttle program is getting the publicity it deserves nor is anyone discussing the consequences its demise may have on our children’s aspirations and dreams. Astronaut is about the only career choice a young child may wish to be “when I grow up” that involves a heavy commitment to science and math. An area where the US is slipping much too quickly in this increasingly competitive world in which we live. We need to invigorate the minds of our children with something more than swag and bling and smart phones and me-ism. I would even venture to say that the death of the Space Shuttle may some day widdle its way into future historians’ parlance when they are discussing the end of the American Era.

A song by Rush that always gave me chills and made me proud to be American:

Lit up with anticipation
We arrive at the launching site
The sky is still dark, nearing dawn
On the Florida coastline

Circling choppers slash the night
With roving searchlight beams
This magic day when super-science
Mingles with the bright stuff of dreams

Floodlit in the hazy distance
The star of this unearthly show
Venting vapours, like the breath
Of a sleeping white dragon

Crackling speakers, voices tense
Resume the final count
All systems check, T minus nine
As the sun and the drama start to mount

The air is charged
A humid, motionless mass
The crowds and the cameras,
The cars full of spectators pass
Excitement so thick you could cut it with a knife
Technology…high, on the leading edge of life

The earth beneath us starts to tremble
With the spreading of a low black cloud
A thunderous roar shakes the air
Like the whole world exploding

Scorching blast of golden fire
As it slowly leaves the ground
Tears away with a mighty force
The air is shattered by the awesome sound

Like a pillar of cloud
The smoke lingers high in the air
In fascination
With the eyes of the world
We stare…

-Niel Peart – Rush



My Munchkin

Had a wonderful time with my Fisher last night. Amazing how fast 2.5 hours can fly by. I haven’t seen him in a while because of the move and then he went to his grandparent’s for 10 days or so but it is still so fascinating to see how much they can change in such a short amount of time. Jenny bought a packet of recent school pictures and they did something with his hair, that combined with the outfit he was wearing, and I swear that my 3 year old looks like he is 8! I am sorry to say, I didn’t even recognize my own child. He just got his hair cut again so he doesn’t have his “Fisher-esque” swag about him right now – he looks so much better with long hair. It reminds me of my dog Dandelion, an Old English Sheepdog, growing up. She had very long hair but since everyone in my family neglected to brush her, she would get matted up and we would have to have her hair shaved to the bone every 6 months or so. I was thoroughly convinced her personality was completely different when she had the short hair. She was so much more “in herself”, she was Dandelion when she had long hair – more swag, more confidence, more persona. Oddly, Fisher calls his short cut his “daddy” cut – but I have medium long hair. I used to have short hair. Anyway, Jenny doesn’t like long hair on men so that is that.

Jenny and I discussed sports programs for Fisher last night because he does demonstrate an extremely high aptitude for sports – seems to take to and like anything involving a ball – not unusual for a boy, but he is highly coordinated. And here is where some discussion about “in11months” begins my friends…

I want Fisher to have at least as fantastic as a childhood that I had but at this point if he has half the privileges I enjoyed I would be happy. I am finding that I can’t afford to send my son to a soccer camp at the YMCA.