As parents, we are constantly inundated with a litany of introspective and surprisingly philosophical questions from our kids.
Even as a college graduate (and I like to think a well-versed person), I am very often stumped, as I’m sure many of us are.
Now, I didn’t say I was a MENSA member but I know a little about enough to get me by. I am usually able to ramble on a la Cliff Claven explaining the complexities of geese migration to Norm in an attempt to answer said questions.
“Don’t worry, you’ll find someone”
I keep hearing this statement. I used to smile politely and say something like “well, hopefully so. I need someone to start paying my bar tabs” and then do
a fake laugh (even though it would be nice… booze is expensive, you know.)
The last time I heard it was Sunday afternoon. It was an absolutely amazing day. No plans, no obligations, no make-up. In a word: glorious.
I won’t get into details but the bottom line is I’m at a complete loss for most of my waking hours based on specific events that have happened to me
As I’m not one to sit around and wallow, I have tried to work on what might help me. I’m sure there is a myriad of self-help books I could read on
the subject. Not an e-book, not a book on tape (yes I know they are on CDs but I like saying tape), an actual physical book that I don’t have to log
onto my iPad to read. I like to read without notifications popping up about a new gift with a purchase at Sephora or getting lit up about daily
randomness from the chive.
When I am completely frantic, desperately fighting for pole position in line at school drop-off, sipping on a cup of tepid coffee while barking orders at the children in my backseat like I am Churchill, I try to remember what it was like spending my days with my daughter when she was 3. It always seems to bring me back home to a nostalgic place I wish I could stay forever.
She used to invite the checkers at Costco to her house to watch “Curious George.”
“T-minus.” My children hear these words all too often at my house.
“T-minus 15 minutes until bed.”
“T-minus 10 minutes until dinner.”
“T-minus one minute before I turn off ‘Dog with a Blog’ and watch ‘TMZ.'”
It is a constant countdown to what we need to be doing, when we need to be leaving to get to school on time or when we need to get to sleep so we don’t feel like the cast of “The Walking Dead” in the morning.
Everyone has a favorite character, joke, and imitation, of Robin Williams.
For me, it is in “Good Will Hunting” when he tells the story about the first time he met his wife after passing up a Red Sox World Series ticket and the comedic genius of Mrs. Doubtfire — “It was a run-by fruiting!”
It is amazing that a complete stranger can make our hearts smile and create a memory for us and our families and we have never as much as shook his hand.
I find myself torn by the impact technology has on everyday life, particularly my kids’ lives. I understand it can be a good thing overall but what concerns me is my children being brought up in the midst of this humongous wave of change.
My son asks me daily questions that I cannot answer. Like “why is a tree called a tree?” or “would a fox eat a caterpillar?” and if I don’t know the answer, he instructs me to “just ask Siri.”