An old friend has resurfaced. Or so it seems. A while back I wrote how BR seemed to have morphed into a Mr. Positive like Tony Robbins.
In that previous post, I noted that, “BR is regularly giving me high fives for effort, calling out such encouragements as “nice try” or “nice one.” He has offered comfort by telling me, “at least you tried.”
Now all this was occurring when he was nine-years-old. Today, at thirteen, he is a full blown teen. This age is known for a lot of things – moodiness, selfishness, and smart aleckness.
No, I am not saying every thirteen year old displays all these characteristics all the time. In my exposure to children at that age, I have also witnessed many positive behaviors and actions.
Anyway, BR seems to be returning to his Tony Robbins days. But unlike previously, now I see a pattern.
The positive attitude etc. comes out while playing baseball especially during games. Yup Mr. Positive comes out on the baseball field.
It’s a complicated world. Yeah, I know that’s not a newsflash.
This week my family and I celebrate a meaningful moment in BR’s life. He becomes Bar Mitzvah. He enters a new phase in his life and is viewed in a different light. It’s a toehold into the adult world. As he turns 13 and formally enters the teen years, he is on the verge of big changes, physically, emotionally, and spiritually.The boy is growing up.
Exciting. Time for reflection. Special. Memorable.
My boys aren’t young anymore. Not everything they do is cute. They can be downright annoying, real p.i.t.a’s.
If asked, I’m nearly certain they would say the same of me at times. They’re probably right too, but that’s another story. Continue reading
It’s 11:11. I like that time – something about the symmetry. I used to say it out loud every time I saw it. Silly, I know. Whatever.
I’ve been thinking about roles in life.
This blog focuses primarily on my role as a father. It’s one I take seriously. It’s also one that has brought me great joy. And great frustration. And great concern.
But it’s not my only role. I’m a husband, son, brother, friend, and so much more. Each role has different demands, expectations, and requirements.
Sometimes, I wonder – what about me?