Tag: Son

People Were Thankful

The Families we visited yesterday were very thankful for the Food donations that were delivered:

We visited an upscale home for the first time in ten years.  My son and I received warm and grateful greetings at every stop. One man even gave me a big hug.

I reminded our son (9) why we started this “three-times-a-year Food For Families tradition” ten years ago.

“If two boys are standing next to an adult, and one uses his manners and the other doesn’t which one do you think the adult will trust more?”

“If two adults say serving others is important, but one actually does and the other only hopes to one day, which one do you think God will say, well done?”

In telling our son why we do this, even though it may seem small, we are actually preparing ourselves to do more. By putting others first every Thanksgiving, Christmas and Easter morning, we are developing a habit similar to using manners.

We are cultivating good habits.  That’s all we can really ask of ourselves, isn’t it?

Thanksgiving Tradition Cancelled?

“Dad, would you cancel Thanksgiving?”, my son responded brilliantly to my serious-sounding question.

I had just antagonistically asked him, “We don’t need to go to Twistee Treat today.  I mean, we can skip one Monday.  It’s no big deal, right?  What’s one Monday?”

Five years ago, I spontaneously suggested to our son, as we were leaving his school, that we stop by Twistee Treat on the way home. “Let’s get some ice cream and celebrate a great week and kick off a great weekend ahead.”

What child turns down ice cream, right?  The very next Friday, as we where leaving his school, he asked, “Are we getting ice cream?”  We all know how this turned out.

Every Friday, for more than a year, was Twistee Treat day.

Until one casual Monday, when I said, “Why don’t we go to Twistee Treat and celebrate the great weekend we just had and kick off the week ahead?”

So here we are, five years later. Do you think he’ll have trouble recalling ice cream with his Dad?  I mean, for as long as he lives?

Busy Midlife Slacker?

Being busy at midlife can have a profoundly different meaning, if you are willing to be thankful, and open-minded.  Many things can, and do, overwhelm us. Right?

Laughing can be good medicine in managing (not eliminating) stress. And just the other day, a friend and I were reminiscing about some funny moments in our lives that illustrate how we’ve dealt with stress.

Perhaps seven years ago, when our son was two, while Family was staying with us for the year-end holidays, I was on the floor with our son.  We weren’t doing anything important.  Just hanging out really.

The phone rings and I don’t flinch a muscle.  One of the visiting family members was in their 70’s.  They were taught, when the phone rings, you answer it – it’s the lifeline to the world.

They said, “Aren’t you going to answer the phone?”

“No, I’m busy”, I replied sincerely.

“But you aren’t doing anything”, they challenged.

“That’s right.  I’m busy doing nothing”, I said, smiling, staring at my son.

Sometimes, being a midlife slacker can be the most important part of your day.

I Have A Confession…

“I have a confession”, our son told me last night as I was checking in on my social media routine.

His confession was nothing alarming.  You see, we recently made an agreement that if he reaches a certain goal (with one of his daily chores) by the end on this month, he can pick out some Lego pods from the Lego store at Disney World (we live next door to Disney World).

However, while I was in Anchorage, Alaska this week, my wife got him one of these Lego pods.  They are small and inexpensive, in the big picture.

He was worried that he broke some sort of deal with me.  He did not. Not as far as I’m concerned anyway.

What he really did though, was remind me how thankful I am to have placed so much time and energy (worry) on developing honesty as a core value.  “You will never get in trouble for telling the truth”, is the mantra he’s heard over and over again.

This also makes me thankful for repetition.  Over and over again. Repetition is the “mother” of all learning.  It is the root of evil and the root of goodness.  But only if we focus on it, over and over again.

Mid Life in Finland?

Mid Life in Finland?

Yes.  Arrived yesterday.

Woke at 5AM local time, after a good eight hours of restful sleep.

Today is a brand new day. Of course, being at the Master’s World Championships is a huge jolt to my mid-life psychological stimulation.

I mean, who would have every thought? Me. World Championships?

What I try to do, and what I have already done, is stay motivated to live a Mid Life Celebration, so my wife and young son can see that Mid-Life is a blessing to be looked forward to.

Not some curse of mid-life crisis.

Make it a GREAT day, because if you don’t, who will?  If not today, when?

Carpe diem, from Lahti, Finland.  jeff noel  🙂

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