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.
In a few days, we, the citizens of the United States, will be picking a president. I’ve made the decision not to support any of the presidential candidates. I’ll write in a candidate. Don’t ask me who. I’ve yet to decide. My vote is one of protest rather than one for a particular individual.
As a college student, I was shy. So, going to parties and meeting people was a challenge. After inquiring about a major, if the person did not share my obsession with sports or Springsteen, I had little else to say. No game!
There was one conversation starter I did share with people that often drew a reaction, “I’m running for president in 2020. I hope I can count your support.” By the way, this statement came with some thought. I figured I would be a nice round age in 2020 and will have accomplished great things by then. It would be time to give back before sliding into a lengthy and pleasant retirement.
We did it. We finally did it. Our family of four became a family of five a couple of weeks ago. My family got a dog.
SJ has been sick this week. Nothing serious – just a cold. He only had to miss one day of school. He spent the entire day in my bed. Why wouldn’t he – it’s all better in my bed.
“I wanna sleep in your bed.”
“I don’t know.”
“Well, why do you think so?”
“I don’t know. It just is.”
“I think I know what it is.”
“I think you feel safer there.”
“Yeah. I guess so. Plus, I like your blanket. It’s huge.”