Time to swim against the current a little. I know at this time of year, most parents are overjoyed that the kids are heading back to school. Not this parent. I love all of the things that the girls and I do all summer long. I love being outside with them. I love game nights that start at 9 o’clock at night. I love heading to the local park to shoot hoops with them. I love taking them to baseball games. I love hitting the beach with them. I love attending outdoor concerts with them. But, mostly, I love the freedom that summer allows. Childhood races by at blinding speed, and childhood summers race by even faster. I, for one, am in no hurry to see them end.
Yep, I have those memories too although I’ve hadda adjust mine to “stay the %#&* outta jail”.
Walter Becker of Steely Dan recently passed away so lemme see if I can hook you up with a good number here (below). Becker w/b the guy playing bass and singing in the background by the drum kit. He and singer/keyboardist Donald Fagen pioneered a lot of the music we hear today and yes, that’s Jeff “Skunk” Baxter on guitar for you Doobie Brothers fans.
Here’s a recent quote from Chuck:
Diane “I’m exhausted from food shopping.”
Chuck “Hey, I’m tired too! I’ve been watching three kids, one of whom I didn’t even know was here.”
By my standards that was a fine job. Responsibility and coverage for the kids in consideration for your significant other tops all responsibilities as we Moms and Dads grapple with the ongoing struggle of raising and dealing with kids, their ideals, their hopes and dreams, their tantrums, refusing to eat what’s cooked for dinner, bumming money of ya, bad grades, insolent attitudes and generally being a money siphon akin to laying every dollar you own on the floor with the understanding that a vacuum cleaner will soon come along and clean you out.
Say, that reminds of a story of my own: (We had a one-year old boy at the time. Mother’s Day, circa 2001)
Wife (early morning): “Well”?
Me: “Well what”?
Wife: “Where’s my Mother’s Day gift?”
Me (sensing trouble): “I didn’t get u one”
Wife: “WHY NOT!!???
Me: “You’re not my mother”.
I paid a king’s ransom for that response friends and in some ways so discreet (other ways more overt) that I still haven’t any cognizance of them 20 years later.
Marriage/kids: Think hard my readers.
Had the following conversation with my 11 year-old daughter the other day as we were getting ready to head to the beach.
Erin “Daddy, do I need sun block in between my fingers?”
Me “No, sweetie. We’re not going TO the sun.”
A Pre Dinner Observation Made To My Wife:
Explaining to Diane why I’m less than thrilled with my new yellow Cape May t shirt.
“I have two problems with it. One, I can’t squeeze my giant head through the head hole. And two, when I have it on, I look like a big fat highlighter.”
Note from Jimmy: “Diane” is Chuck’s wife and yes, if ya painted his head yellow he would seem to be an oversized highlighter. Even tho I’ve told him to send stuff in (“SIZE 14 TIMES NEW ROMAN DAMMIT!)” , he defiantly insists on torturing me in the editing process. HO, HO, not this time mi amigo!
In reality, I’m always glad to post his thoughts insomuch as he makes feel normal by comparison.