mom's got a boyfriend

Sooner of later it happens. Your child's mother, your "ex", the woman you were supposed to grow old with finds someone else. What did you expect? You knew this was going to happen. In fact, you may have found new love in your life as well. This can be something that is at the very least confusing, and probably pretty frustrating to young ones.  Finn's mother and I split when he was about 5, and it wasn't very pleasant. It was a war. I could tell tales of horror, throw some dirty words and utilize smear tactics in here, but I've moved along and my relationship with my son is wonderful. My relationship with his mother is cordial and I think we both have Finn's best interests at heart. Let's leave it at that. I've taken quite a bit of high road in the last several years, and the view from up here is pretty good. I think that Finn thought that maybe his mom and dad would get back together. This is probably pretty common. We aren't getting back together.

My son  mentions the "new guy" who lives with them now, and apparently he's  pretty cool. I'm glad to hear it, but the boyfriend is inconsequential to me. The most important thing for my son to know is that I am his father, and that I will always be his father. Always. Just because there's someone else's shoes at the door, and a different color toothbrush in the bathroom doesn't mean I've abandoned him in any way. I think he knows that. Kids are smart. I also don't want him to be afraid of new relationships that arise in his world. He's met some really good people in his short life, and he's going to meet a lot more. Some of these will be through his mom and dad. Oh yeah, he's going to meet some assholes too. I met a couple just the other day, but that's life and life is for everybody.

I won't lie. It's not always easy thinking about some other guy playing catch with my son, or showing him tricks on his skateboard, but in an odd way, I'm glad he's there.

He's never getting any of my recipes though. Fuck that.

change is good

My son got a haircut today. It was his idea entirely. He does things when he's ready. That's how he rolls, and it's working for him so far. When he was ready to ride a bike, he did it, When he was ready to love broccoli he did that too. Some sick little boy or girl is going to get some beautiful hair, until their own beautiful hair grows back. His karma will stay with them forever though. My son is my hero.

I won't lie. I will miss my son's long beautiful hair. It was his "thing," one of his unique traits that set him apart from others. But his hair alone isn't what makes him unique. He's my son, my only child and his actions often humble me. His ability, willingness, and desire to do kind things without the imposed filters and prejudices that can come with age may be his greatest quality. The hair can always grow back if he wants it.  

A former student wrote these wonderful words about him. 

"A former professor of mine (yes Professor Mr. S.) has a very noble son that just donated his hair to make wigs for cancer patients. He did this out of the kindness of his soul. As an adult you don't always get to see that side of society. It's sad. Kids see the world for what it is. Its not black and white, but more of a gray tone."

Our kids teach us stuff all the time, slow down and pay attention.

AM feeding

In case you haven't noticed, food is a common topic here. To do all the stuff they need to do (and that they want to do,) your child needs to eat. Not once a day, not in a moving car, (though there are exceptions, the occasional Donutville USA en route to school is an exception), and not when you feel like it. Kids have gas tanks like everyone else. When it's empty, they break down and don't go. Fill the tanks with cheap ass gas ALL the time, or let it run too low consistently and performance will suffer.

Breakfast is key for a variety of reasons in this west side bachelor pad, and it's key for both of us. 1) It gets fuel in us. 2) We have some "top of the morning" face time (I don't see my son for 3-4 days at times, so every second is precious to me and, I hope him.) 3) Gets some order going and shakes off that sleep residue so BOTH of us are ready to hit it.

Simple stuff really. Eggs are great. We like omelets. I've always liked omelets. You can put stuff in them. I don't care for the parts of an egg on their own: The yolk is too concentrated, and the whites are weak. One world, one egg.  If the omelet breaks down, it's scrambled eggs. So what. Get some fruit in your kids too. Berries, bananas, kiwi, whatever. Cut it up if you have to. Mix it up if you want. My son likes fruit cold. Kids go in and out of likes and dislikes, so stay on top of this. ASK THEM. Cereal is timeless. We favor the classics here. Rice Krispies, Cheerios, Life, etc. None of that sugar bomb bullshit. None of that crap with monsters pimping it. The real Dracula impaled people, and the mythical character drinks your blood until you die. The Frankenstein-ish fellow is made up of parts of other dead people. Yummy. Sometimes we use the ready to go crescent roll stuff. Don't judge me. I make biscotti. You can wrap things with this. Stuff like sausages, cheese, bacon, etc. The sausages and bacon can be cooked ahead and stored in the fridge until needed. This stuff also comes pre-cooked in the store.

I try to make the plate funny when I can, but that's just how we roll in our house. Faces are easy. There are lots of web sources that show simple illustrated expressions. Working personality into these faces is challenging but not impossible. Eyebrows are devices for conveying attitude and mood. Mouths that contain teeth indicate, depending on the number and color, what area of Appalachia the breakfast character is from. Or, if they're from the U.K. When Finn gets older I may tackle the likenesses of famous literary giants like Joyce, or Tolstoy, or even Vonnegut. But for now it's good ol' Mr. raspberry eyes, sharing  his croissant grin. Even though he's quite resentful and dissatisfied on the inside, and dreads the idea that his destiny is in a little boy's tummy.

Packin'

4th grader. All "grown up" now. Still need to eat. The fine art of packing a lunch isn't hard if you follow some rules:
1)ASK: Your child knows what they like. At times a lunch bag returns home with much of its contents still present. That's not always their fault. Let your kids know that you won't take it personally (and DON'T) if they shun certain things that you think they would or should like. Keep it real though, dad. The school nutrition board may consider pizza a vegetable, but Cheetos are not a fruit. The trick is to find a blend of good (or at least, not bad) for them, and good to them. Sandwiches are easy enough but, find a good bread that they like. Or try lawash or pita. The shit's round and that's just crazy. Pita can be stuffed and lawash can be used to make a roll up (lay the sandwich ingredients in a flat lawash and "roll it up." Slow poke western thinking has finally placed these options in almost every grocery store and market. 2) VARIETY: I like to pack 4-5  things besides the "main course." Vegetables cut into convenient sizes (these can be pre-cut in advance and kept at the ready in the fridge.) Fruit such as grapes and strawberries or peeled oranges are great. Bananas get beat up by lunchtime, and does anyone really enjoy bruised and brown bananas? Get a banana in them at breakfast if you can. Apples, I have found, are a crap shoot. Pears? come on now. Unless you can pre-slice these things, the odds of consumption are not good. And slicing these things risks "the browning" which is death for kids' lunch bag items. A sweet of some kind such as a couple cookies (not 1, not 8), and a savory offering like Sunchips or pretzels or crackers/with some cheese slices. My son likes juice, but I rotate this with water. And remember, do YOU like to eat the same thing everyday for lunch? Mix it up. 3) PREPARATION: PACK LUNCHES THE NIGHT BEFORE. Less AM chaos. 4) INJECT SOME FUN: I draw on the bag, or stick a funny note or drawing into the bag for my son to discover like "Hey, are you having a good hair day?" 5) PANIC: Don't. Most schools that I know of, have a lunch program that you can pre-pay an amount towards. I use this in emergencies when the home packed lunch just doesn't work out, and it happens. I also put a couple bucks in my son's backpack in a secret pocket that he and I know about.

Embrace Technology / Part 1

Sometimes you live here, and he lives there. Enter Facetime. Get it and use it. Sometimes you get to sit through a long call where you see more of the room then him, while he narrates a project he's working on with silly putty, or pennies, and sometimes you get to see him wear a spaghetti moustache during a thunderstorm, and tell him everything is going to be OK. It doesn't matter. You're with him and he's with you.

Stitches

Learn to sew on a button. It's easy, and it will provide you with a great (though let's be real, an inflated) sense of personal accomplishment as caregiver supreme. I took what was called Home-Ec (home economics) in high school. I built enough birdhouses in junior high. Also a cutting board. my mom still has it.

Kids do things to things. Clothes are things. Getting comfortable with fixing, patching (and knowing when to cut bait) is key in the single dad's house. I promise it won't emasculate you. In fact, it may even add to your status as a modern, or renaissance  man. But, as "Bob" would say, baby steps get off a bus.

It is also a must to know how that iron works. I don't iron my son's clothes except for a trip to Mass (not Massachussets) which, by the way, we are WAY overdue for. But that's between our Maker and us. Anyway, that iron also puts patches on holes, which if not included in the "style" of those small pants, will certainly appear in due time. The best time to sew a button on is not at 7:00 in the morning. That's a good time to "go get another shirt." I prefer doing any sewing at night, when the news is on. I don't want to watch the news anyway. it's all bad. But that's another post...

Get The Hell Out

I live in Michigan. It's beautiful here. It's beautiful other places too.  Like Colorado, where I lived for 6 years. I loved Colorado, but there's NO BIG WATER and, if you grew up in Michigan, you have water in your blood. Literally and figuratively. I don't think it's beautiful in Oklahoma. I think one "tolerates" Oklahoma, and prays for family to move away to other exotic locales, like Nebraska, where they can visit. But this isn't really a travel blog. At least not yet.

My son and I have bikes. Bikes are a cheap date, and we try to get on them when the weather allows which is a great deal of time in Michigan. We create "destination" trips for ourselves. I usually carry a backpack and, a bike ride may include a trip to the market for dinner stuff (or lunch stuff), a stop at the coffee shop, and maybe the yogurt stand if it's in the evening. The point of this is that we spend time together, seeing things one passes quickly in a car (or never sees at all), and we talk. Sometimes about nothing at all, and sometimes about something that might be bothering someone, or something that has someone really happy or excited. Bike rides are a great time to listen to your kid(s).

We also have shoes. Shoes are an even cheaper date than bikes, and if you're lucky you get to hold a hand. My son is almost 10, and still holds my hand. When weather doesn't permit bikes, walking is great. The sights, sounds and smells of outside are different, so it's a different show than the one in warmer months. These walks can also have a destination or itinerary element to them, we just have to park the car at a spot that works into the route. In a pinch we walk around the neighborhood, where it's good for my son (and I) to have a presence in our community. Afterall, we live here. Finn and I BOTH live here. We know the woman who has the cute dogs, as well as who to go to when our bike tire is a little flat (Wally, the saint next door.)

Sometimes we ride the bikes down to the big park by our house and take the football or the frisbee and toss it around. This inevitably leads to that mystical event in which kids attract other kids. It's a joy to watch, even though it usually means I  get rotated out of the tossing sequence. I am happy to watch from the bench. Kids don't give a shit about religion or culture.

The point is we get outside, and so what if sometimes my son looks like Richie Tenenbaum.