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Things I Didn’t Know When I Was a Child

4/25/2016

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PictureThe author at 6 years old

There are certain things we learn with no help from anyone. Those are mostly the basics of survival. Even those are not done well without guidance. Most things are learned formally or informally from others. Two things are very important when someone is in a learning mode. One, from whom you are learning and secondly, how old are when you are being taught or observing.

When children are raised in an unsupportive environment, they learn without nurturing or guidance. When I was a child there were many things I didn’t know about. There were things I didn’t do well. I had fears that were baseless, and ideas about things that were just wrong. Those are realities we all deal with as we grow into adults, some succeed better than others in dealing with them.

When I was a child, let’s say under 10 years-of-age, I didn’t feel comfortable around strangers. I didn’t know how to properly play baseball. I knew nothing about religion. Manners were something that escaped me. Bouts of boredom revealed a lack of knowing choices. I had a lack of confidence and little belief in myself. Standing up for myself wasn’t something that came naturally, unless it was a visceral reaction. And that’s all I’ll admit to.

Those are traits that do not bode well for future success. They came about, in part, because my father chose not to be involved in raising his six children, and my mother was overwhelmed with being a single parent of six, supporting us on the earnings of a waitress. There was not much time for lessons in life, reading books, going to church, or being introduced to sports.

When not properly mentored, one reverts to what comes to them naturally. My nature caused me to have those traits described above while someone else may have reacted differently, possibly being bolder, but into more trouble. Many fatherless children can excel in sports, but fail in school or people skills. Other fatherless children can do well in non-social activities but fail in social situations. A real danger for father-absent children is learning from the wrong people, people that may also be lost or trying to prove themselves in the wrong way. Gang behavior is a classic example of finding acceptance or proving one’s self to others that will only serve to make their life more miserable in the long run.

What you learn early in life is very difficult to undo. There is a right way to do things and a wrong way. To prevent the preventable issues children have growing up, they need all the help we can give them early in their life as caring and nurturing parents The personalities and habits of kids are basically learned in the first three years of life. Confidence is a good example. As a young boy, I learned to avoid things that made me uncomfortable instead of facing them and moving on. It took many years to stop that behavior.

I caught up eventually and learned those values in life that had escaped me as a young boy. But it took oh so long. I was a slow starter in life and even though I am happy with where I am today, I wonder how things would have turned out had I had the skills I have now, much earlier.
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I encourage struggling parents to take advantage of any program that will help your children develop. A good example is ‘Parents as Teachers’, a wonderful free program that helps evaluate children for hearing, eyesight, etc. and teaches parents how to enrich their learning capabilities. Give all the attention you can to your children’s early development!

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Why I Could Never Write a Memoir

4/21/2016

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A memoir is like a pool. Don’t dive in if the water is too shallow.

We all have different abilities, one of which is the vividness and extent of our memory. I have a seven-year-old granddaughter who can remember simple things we did when she was one and a half. Her memory could be described as photographic. I think she gets it from her dad who is the same way. My memory would be better described as erratic, often based on having strong feelings at the time of the memory. I also theorize that I have forgotten many incidents for the same reason.

Here are some childhood memories of mine, some I’ve told to family and others I haven’t.

I have one memory before turning five. It was traumatic because I was 3 or 4-years-old and I was lost at a carnival at night. My uncle found me but for a moment, looking at the whizzing lights of Ferris wheels and merry-go-rounds, and looking up at people rushing by, I was really scared.

I remember two things about being five. One is wetting my pants on my first day of kindergarten because I had no idea where the bathroom was and wouldn’t ask. I wore my jacket around my waist to hide my mistake. The second memory was the summer vacation between kindergarten and 1st grade. I wondered why my mom wasn’t sending me to school any longer. It lasted three months, a lifetime for a little kid, but I didn’t ask her why I wasn’t going because I was afraid she would be reminded and would send me back.

I can’t remember being six. I’m sure I was--at least for a year.

I think I was seven-years-of-age when I experienced one of my most vivid and wonderful memories. My dad had followed his brother to Oregon and found work as a logger there. He sent for my mom, brother, baby sister and me to join him. I had never been beyond Missouri and now we were taking a train from St. Louis to Medford, Oregon.  I recall waking up on the first morning in eastern Colorado. We hadn’t reached the mountains yet and I thought, while looking at the strange landscape, that we may be on the moon. This was 1956 or 1957, computers and cell phones were science fiction. TV was in its infancy so awareness of the world around me was slim to vacuous. This made my experience later that day all the more fascinating.

We were still on the train heading into the Rocky Mountains. Of course, we were in the cattle car but I decided to explore the train having been on it for many hours. You may remember the special railcars that passenger trains once had that looked like butter dishes. There were stairs leading to the passenger area where huge overhead windows allowed a panoramic view of the passing scenery from the comfort of your seat.

Good fortune allowed me to be walking through the butter-dish observation car just as we were traveling on the top of the world, where a light snow was blowing on the mountainsides and in valleys below. I recall a purple hue over the entire scene of rugged cliffs and evergreens.  Never had I even seen a mountain, and here I was in the vaulted majesty of one the most beautiful mountain ranges in the world.

We only lived in Oregon for a few months. We never stayed anywhere very long, but I did have a few memories there. In one memory I had a chance to be a substitute bat boy for my uncle’s semi-pro baseball team. There actually were people in the stands and I could feel the eyes of all 200 or so on me as I picked up a bat and dropped it three times on the way back to the dugout. I may have only been sent out to retrieve a bat that one time. Bad audition I guess.
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There was a big forest fire near Medford the short time we lived there. We could see it from our house, the huge billowing clouds of smoke that made everything else seem small. I wondered how the fire started and when it would end. It lasted many days. A few weeks later, and I don’t know why it stuck with me, but I was agonizingly bored! I turned on the TV for something to do, but Medford only had one channel back then and it was broadcasting a horse race. I picked a horse, decked out in green with yellow polka dots, to win. He lost and I turned off the TV. I’ve never been that painfully bored since, except maybe in a few meetings at work.

Oregon did not work out after my mom had to drive us home, without a license at that time, because dad was passed out. Things went downhill. We moved to Caseyville, Illinois, a St. Louis suburb. I was eight and it was the happiest year of my life as a kid until my dad, who was an alcoholic, had a relapse. I’ll get to that later.

In Caseyville, we were like a 1950’s TV family for about eight months. My dad had stopped drinking and he had a steady job. We had a nice car (for us) and a small but adequate house. I had a pet dog, Frisky, and friends with whom to play. Every morning in the summer I would wake up hearing kids outside. I jumped up out of bed, put a cap on my disheveled hair, and ran directly outside to play, only coming inside when I had to eat. There was a store at the end of our dead-end street where my mom would send me for bread, milk, or whatever. I would tell the man, “Put it on our bill” because we kept a charge account with the market.  I was deliriously happy for those few months.

My “Leave It To Beaver”, Caseyville life ended violently one night after my parents had a vicious argument. My father got very drunk and tore up the house. We left that home that week, maybe the next day. I don’t remember where my mother, siblings, and I went that year. I do remember my father was no longer with us. I asked my mom about our bill at the market. It was never paid. My dad was in and out of our lives from then on, mostly out.

My next clear memory is watching my five siblings at home one day while my mom worked. I was only 10 years old and my youngest brother was under a year old. My mom had to work and there was no one available to watch us. I didn’t watch them every day--only when my mom couldn’t get anyone else. I was told by my brothers and sisters that I would chase them around the house with a broom when they wouldn’t listen to me. I’m sure I did. They were wild and I was not someone they wanted to listen to.

We moved three or four times a year almost every year when I was a kid. I know that is difficult to believe but it is true. Changing schools so many times was very difficult for all of us. It was terrifying to be the new kid so often. It wasn’t that kids treated me badly. I was just very shy and awkward. Often, I was ahead certain school topics, and just as often I was behind the rest of my class. Being placed in the middle of a geometry class, mid-semester, when I had never studied geometry before was very confusing.

I have a few other childhood memories, some are in my Dadhood book where I discuss my dealing with bullies. There were other memories like those mentioned but they aren’t necessary to make my point. That point being much of my childhood is lost to me. I had happy memories and sad ones, just like everyone, but there is no thread tying them together-- no childhood neighborhood to go back to or lifelong friends prior to high school. I have fleeting memories of people or events with huge gaps in between. If my childhood was a 16 story building, I missed a few floors.

On a more tragic side, I watched my mother-in-law slowly lose her memory to dementia. It was heartbreaking to watch her confusion and not know her family or history. When you’ve lost your memory, you’ve lost your life. I lost a portion of my life, not to dementia but simply an inability to string things together. We all forget important episodes of our life, some of which helps us to move on. But when we forget chunks of our life, we can be confused about how we got to where we are, or why we are the way we are.

I didn’t know where I would end up when I started writing, but I think I have a final point now and it comes back to parenting. Children shouldn’t be given too much, but if you give your kids anything, give them life-lessons, good memories, and a stable home life to remember them.

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​The Role of Grandparents Today

4/18/2016

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My wife Kathy and me with our four grandchildren.
I spent this weekend on a project for my grandchildren. In fact, I spend quite a bit of time on projects for my grandkids. I do it out of love and because I want them to have great memories of their childhood. We all live longer than in days past and, therefore, have many years after retirement to enjoy our families. I, myself, am retired and choose to spend much of my time helping my family. I think I’m doing it for many reasons.
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  1. I love the heck out of them and I enjoy doing things for the kids and grandkids!
  2. It comes very naturally to me.
  3. I, thankfully have the ability in time, health, and money. Not much, but enough.
  4. I want my grandkids to be healthy, happy, and successful.
  5. And yes, I’m providing experiences I wish I had as a child.

That last reason is not to fill a void of mine, but to ensure they have no voids--at least as grandchildren. But let me be quick to say all my grandchildren have great parents, meeting all their children’s needs including love and discipline. My grandchildren don’t need me or their grandmother, and that is a good thing. We want them to want us. We are icing on their cake and that is how it should be.

Speaking of their grandmother, she spoils them in her own loving ways. She makes them special pillow cases, buys them cute outfits, makes sure we add to their education savings on every special occasion, and so much more. We watch our three toddler grandkids two days a week because childcare is so expensive. It is quite a bit of work, but in return we have close personal relationships with all of them.

There is no doubt that there are grandparents all over the country who are much like us, but there are also many complications that many grandparents face making grand-parenting an often tough situation.
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  • When parents (or grandparents for that matter) divorce and remarry, it creates complicated dynamics that are often contentious.
  • We have a mobile society which often separate grandparents from their grandchildren by large distances, making it difficult to develop loving relationships.
  • Not all grandparents get along with their children, but even more so, they don’t’ get along with their children’s spouses. This is an unfortunate truth in many instances that deprives children from loving relationships.
  • Some grandparents become the ‘parents’ of their grandchildren. This robs the grandparents of the things grandparents can do for their grandchildren. It also robs the kids of that unique relationship.

Grandparents also have rights. After the responsibilities of raising children of our own, we are free to live our lives as we wish. If we want to retire away from family to Florida, we can. If we don’t want to take care of kids any longer, we are not required to do so. We don’t even have to go to birthday parties. If fact, I’m not aware of anything that is required of a grandparent. We are who we want to be in the world of grand-parenting.

So what is the role of a grandparent? It is whatever we want it to be when we have the blessing and cooperation of the parents of our grandchildren. I’ve mentioned the roles my wife and I choose to have. Understandably, our choices don’t work for everyone. But I do hope that all grandparents can have positive relationships, beneficial to everyone in the family. There is never enough love to go around. Grandparents can provide a special brand of love--and hopefully be the icing on the cakes of their grandkids.
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The Difference Between a Father and a Dad

4/14/2016

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PictureA book for all fathers!
All dads are fathers, but not all fathers are dads. You can’t tell if a man is a dad or just a father just by looking at him. That is, unless, he is with his children. You see more sparkle in the eyes of a dad. A dad puts more effort into spending quality time with his kids than a father does. 

Sometimes a father may be around his kids more often than some dads, but dads are always there in body or spirit. Fatherhood, plus mentoring, love, and nurturing equals--
“The Power of Dadhood”!

Here are a few examples of how and why one man is only father while another man is also a dad.
  • A father of a baby is an observer. A dad of a baby is fully engaged—holding, talking, singing, and changing.
  • A father of a toddler thinks Nick Jr. is a person. A dad knows all about 'Max and Ruby', 'Peppa Pig', and 'Bubble Guppies'.
  • A father of teens is totally confused about them. A dad of teens is also totally confused, but he his tries to figure them out.
  • A father talks to his children but a dad talks with his children.
  • A father yawns when asked about reading to his kids. A dad yawns while reading to his kids.
  • A father babysits. A dad parents.
  • A father looks to the mother when the kids are chaotic. A dad is part of the chaos.
  • A father makes promises. A dad makes commitments.
  • A father says 'no' when he should sometimes say 'yes'. A dad says 'no' when he should say 'no'.
  • A father makes mistakes and rarely changes. A dad makes mistakes and tries to change.
  • A father gives things to his kids. A dad gives his time to his kids.
  • A father punishes but a dad corrects.
  • A father may be around. A dad wants to be around.
  • A father knows his kids. A dad knows his kids, his kids’ friends, and his kids’ friends’ names.
  • A father loves his kids, but a dad shows it.
  • A father is a biological definition. The title of dad is earned.

It’s true. A father doesn’t come with guarantees of being a good parent, (neither for that matter, does a mother). A man can be a father and never see his child for reasons that may or may not be his doing.  A man can be a father and be a provider but not much more. A man can be a father and be blocked from being as involved as much as he wants to be. A man can be a father, but not be familiar with how to be involved as a dad. In other words, not all fathers can be the dad they want to be and a few don’t want to be involved as a parent. The number of men who don’t want to be involved, dedicated fathers are few. Many men just need encouragement and help with the challenges of fatherhood, just as their kids need encouragement and help with childhood.

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​Children Are Created Equally, But Raised Unequally

4/11/2016

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This weekend was my granddaughter, Juliette’s first birthday and Christening. It was a wonderful two days with family and friends. Juliette was on her best behavior, being cute beyond words and smiling at everyone. She was certainly the star of the weekend and everyone was so loving towards her. Juliette has it all, loving parents, adoring big brother, grandparents who spoil her, and aunts, uncles, and cousins who are fully involved in her life. She, indeed, is a very lucky young lady!

Our celebrations this weekend are duplicated over and over in families all over the nation and are a symbol of what is good in the world. Families are the building blocks of any society! And when families do well, the societies in which they live do well.

Now the bad news. Scenes like this weekend are much too uncommon. I’m not talking just about the birthday or the Christening celebrations. I’m talking about the scenes of families being together, of unconditional love and encouragement being demonstrated with honest emotion. As normal as it is to some of us, it is a story in a book to many others.

Our Juliette will have a good start in life. The rest will be mostly up to her and I pray she chooses well. Of course, she’ll be armed with encouragement, an education, support, and maybe even a little push if needed. This will not be the situation for many children. Something or someone will be missing. More often than not, the ‘someone’ missing is a father. More often than not, the ‘something’ missing is the right kind of attention.

Certainly, many children succeed who have grown up without one or both parents. They also can succeed without the guidance or support of their parents. But while these challenges can be an inspiration to some, it is an enormous burden for most of them to overcome—and many do not.

See two people running a race with everything equal except one is dragging a twenty-pound weight. The one dragging the weight can win, but he or she has to exert so much more energy. Even a win doesn’t tell the entire story. A single could have been a double, a double could have been a home run—if only they had the mentoring that would have made them better! 

Sadly, the larger percentage of kids without a solid foundation at home will not overcome those burdens. It is not because they incapable, but only because they don’t know they are capable.
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I have not told you anything you don’t already know. But hopefully I have brought it into your consciousness because there is something each of us can do to help a struggling child.
  • If you are not a parent and don’t want to be, please don’t become one.
  • If you are a parent, ask yourself serious questions about your relationship with your child.
  • If you are a teacher or a police officer, be aware of a child’s situation at home and try to work with that information.
  • If you are a neighbor, an aunt, uncle, or grandparent, do what you can to help a child who is missing a mentor.
  • If you are a person who cares, join Big Brothers or Big Sisters, or be a mentor in any way you can. Even if it is just an encouraging word. I have found encouraging words to be invaluable!

​If it takes a village to raise a child, so be it. Hopefully, it will be done for the benefit of all. But a village full of good families will not be required to take time away from their duties to do the work a parent is supposed to do. Be there for your children for you, for society, and mostly for them.
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Ask Yourself This Before Helping Your Children

4/7/2016

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In my mind, one of the most important words in any language is translated as ‘balance’.  Having balance in your life is a key to success and happiness. And where is balance more important than raising children? 

One area where we struggle mightily as parents is when, where, and how much do we help our children. I discuss this question in Chapter 10 of my book, “The Power of Dadhood: How to Become the Father Your Child Needs”. Here I suggest a key question to ask yourself when faced with these decisions.

Hopefully, you will forever be helping your children, from learning to walk, to going to college, to possibly buying a home. Let’s face it, they need help. But some parents give their children way too much help. So much help that sometimes it renders them helpless, lazy, or feeling entitled.

Parents aren’t always aware of just what they are doing. We all want our children to succeed and to have all the advantages to do so. In our haste and desire for them be happy, and because our hearts are so entwined with there’s, we don’t always think logically and become ‘saviors’ too quickly. But there is no long-term advantage gained by anyone who takes a shortcut or receives special treatment. Your child will not get stronger if you lift their weights for them. They will not learn if you do their homework. They will not know how to handle problems if you always come to the rescue. 

The way to really help your children is to give them tools. The most simplistic example is a boy who wants to build a birdhouse. You can help him by giving him a hammer, but don't swing it for him. He has to swing his own hammer! Your son must do the work to get anything out of it, including confidence and self-satisfaction. But you can give him some pointers (education). 

Tools you can provide that help are: 

1) An atmosphere for learning, 
2) An education, 
3) Encouragement, 
4) Respect, both ways and, 
5) Discipline. 

Some things parents do that will not help, and actually hurt their children’s development are:

1) Making excuses for them, 
2) Never enforcing consequences for bad decisions, 
3) Inconsistent rules, 
4) Not allowing them to struggle and, 
5) Covering up their mistakes.

What is the key question, previously mentioned, that I suggest you ask yourself before helping your children, no matter their age? It is in Chapter 10, “Building Strong Children”.  “Will my help make them stronger or weaker?” It is a simple question with an often difficult answer. But by asking this question, you will be considering not just the moment at hand, but the impact on your child’s overall development. 

Just today I was watching my one-year-old granddaughter struggle to stand up from a slightly awkward position. I started to help her but stopped because I wanted her to learn to get up on her own, to have a simple but important victory, and she succeeded. Confidence is earned, not given. Love is not helping, when the help will adversely affect their confidence and aggressiveness. Thinking before parenting is always a good idea!

Thank you for reading!



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​If Dr. Seuss Had a Child

4/4/2016

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Photo from the New York World-Telegram and Sun Newspaper collection at the U.S. Library of Congress
Perhaps the 20th century's most famous author for children, Dr. Seuss never had children himself. His books were famous for their funny rhymes and whimsical characters that caught the attention of children, encouraging them to read.
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As a change of pace, I thought I would attempt to write a poem as Dr. Seuss would have had he been told he was going to be a father. I’m sure he would have been excited and would have had thoughts of what kind of father he would want to be. Of course in his whimsical style, but unfortunately without his colorful artwork.

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If Dr. Seuss Had a Child

Oh my goodness! Said the startled young man.
What did you tell me? Say it again if you can!
I’m going to be a father? Oh my, oh my!
How did this happen? Tell me why, tell me why.
 
A baby is coming! What can I say, what will I do?
A baby is coming, part me and part you.
“Now take a deep breath”, said his wife in a dither.
“I am the one who is going to deliver.”
 
With that he calmed down. And took it all in.
His eyes opened up and he started to grin.
I’ll soon be a dad. I’ll soon have a child.
That is so wonderful. But also frightening and wild.
 
So Mr. Seuss began thinking. He was feeling the joy.
We’ll do what I didn’t do when I was a boy.
He sat down and thought and he pondered a lot.
What to do in the winter? What to do when it’s hot?
 
I’ll teach him to sail. I’ll teach him to fish.
He’ll be just like me. At least that’s what I wish.
We’ll play baseball together. We’ll play until dark.
We’ll go places, just us. Like the zoo and the park.
 
“Now wait just one minute. One minute there buster.
There’s more than one sex!” Said Mrs. Seuss in a fluster.
Of course, he admitted! I would be thrilled with a girl.
A girl in my world would put my world in a whirl!
 
What I said before, change the ‘him’ to a ‘her’.
If she doesn’t like those things, she’ll like a tea party for sure.
I’ll be there and be smitten. I will be patient and listen.
I’ll be hugging them daily. They’ll be smothered with kissin’.
 
‘Cause no matter their sex, no matter their size,
No matter their nose or the color of their eyes.
I will always be there for them, just you wait and see.
For they deserve you my dear, and they’ll have ALL of me!
 
If this was the attitude every father had,
Indeed, he would be successful. He would be a good dad!
 

The End…(With apologies to Theodor Geisel, AKA Dr. Seuss.)
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