Tag: Son

He Said Pushing His Son To Excel Pushed Him Away

We spent the weekend at Disney instead of going camping.
Kids (especially great spellers) notice the coolest things, like misspellings.

Going through each day of our lives, we are presented with a multitude of free learning opportunities. I often wonder how many I miss and how others feel about this concept.

Yesterday in North Carolina, in complete casual conversation, I asked a stranger if he had any advice on raising boys, since his boy is almost 18. He said, “Communication“.

He pushed his son so hard in sports that his son started to pull away and retreat – while they we’re together. It was no longer fun for the boy to be with his Dad, during years 12-14.

Duly noted.

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Dear Son, Gone Are The Plans And Security Our Former Life Savings Afforded

Leave no trace of bitterness nor negativity.

Dear Son, the dreams we had of buying this thing or that, plus the security of having a rainy day fund – it all vanished. A poor attitude would have focused on this. Instead, the joy and sense of completeness we felt, and still feel, can not be bought at any earthly price. That is what a positive attitude will buy you.

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Planet Walk And Run Videos

From time to time, Mid Life Celebration will promote something, in this case, our son’s classmate’s Mom, Stacey Norton. Stacey has a website and business designed to use music to help kids be active. Here’s a sample from her website:

Stacey’s developed a series of exercise routines for elementary-aged kids complete with scripts and music. She is interested in producing full-length videos and is looking for anyone interested in helping to fund a potentially game-changing way we engage children in exercise.

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Everybody Says

He Loves To Learn
He Loves To Learn

Everybody says, “They grow up fast!”

Maybe it was looking at hundreds of 2005 photos last week.

Maybe it was watching a few very cute videos from 2005.

Maybe it was sleeping alone in this Albuquerque hotel room last night.

Maybe it’s all the promises I’ve made to him that are still unfulfilled.

Maybe it’s those colored beads in the bottle, one for each weekend until an 18th birthday.

We get one shot at this. Only one.

And everybody says, “They grow up fast!”