Crustacean Politics II

Said this a few days ago and have been thinking about it ever since. A trusted advisor (who shall remain nameless) had an interesting response to it. They asked "Okay ... so you see them as a crab pot. Why, then, do you keep jumping back in?" I had to admit that I didn't have an answer. In the past few weeks I've experienced multiple 'family drama' moments and even though the major circumstances were beyond my control, I had to admit that I was willing to jump in with both feet. That was hard for me to admit and I've spent a lot of time thinking about why.
Every time I visit the grandparents - I always come away with the burden of the subtle pressure they put on me to fix whatever is wrong with my extended family. No matter how many times I've been through this, I'm still their 'little Timmy' [See example ->] and subject to the role they are accustomed to and there's always a part of me that is afraid to trust my viewpoint ahead of theirs. The combined result is that I'll usually drop into some seething cauldron of angst for a while and come out again with something deeper about what I'm trying to understand about me. So, why do I keep going back into the crab pot? Here's the answer:
All In
I was talking with someone earlier this week about yet another horrifically sad parental abuse story and they said [in response to the story] "kind of one of the reasons i don't want kids... responsibility and not being able to forgive yourself". I thought about this a bit because it speaks to the underlying reluctance of any non-parent to become a parent - I certainly felt that way. I remember the days leading up to Little Man's birth and not with fondness. It took a long time for love to overcome fear and doubt - I wish that I could have been convinced of that (because people tried to tell me but I wasn't listening) and avoided a lot of unnecessary drama.
But now, approaching Little Man's fourth year - a few thoughts have occurred to me about parenting and I wanted to share them with you:
Weekend Notes
Sick kids have a way of throwing the rest of your weekend off - this is why I always have a Plan B chambered. We had our Saturday plans all mapped out when Little Man came down with a fever and needed to go home. I got started on the Honey-Do list and installed our new car stereo - here Little Man is acting as management while I provide the labor...

Little Man is fascinated by the process of crimping two wiring harnesses.
And then disaster struck. While attending a going-away party, he fell and hit his head on a garden stone, necessitating his first trip to the doctor for stitches. Times have changed since I was a kid - now they wrap them up papoose-style in this big harness that prevents them from thrashing around and it must have been scary to be trussed up like that. I held his foot and kept reassuring him that chicks do, in fact, dig scars. He whimpered a little when the Lidocaine went in but other than that he handled it like a champ. He even fell asleep while they were stitching him up - how metal is that?

That's not dried blood on his face, that's chocolate ice cream for a brave patient.
I know I've been saying that I want to do the 90-day alcohol fast but I needed a stiff drink after that.
This is the power of film - I watched this and almost immediately ran home to hold Little Man.
...just beautiful.
Make Mine Misandry
The Art of Manliness posted this article about 'Man Spaces' last week. I shared it with people on Facebook and I was surprised at how passionate people were on the topic. I think misogyny and misandry are myths and I thought I would take a few minutes to explain why. You see it pop up from time to time in news articles about 'the war on boys' or 'how feminism is emasculating America' - lots of wounded souls talking about how we should be toning down the anti-male rhetoric. Simultaneously do you get the discussion about how women are dominated by men and how male culture has damaged womanhood. To it all, I have the same response:
Only the Lonely
As this week starts - I'm making plans after the plans I originally made fell through. The rest of my life is so nuts that my social calendar is usually the first to die of malnutrition. In any case - I sat for a bit thinking about how I get along with people socially and it left me with a few important realizations. More on that later.
Last night's dinner was a success - we enjoyed the Lady's delicious spiral ham and asiago cheese dip - friends brought their own creations and afterward we roasted marshmallows for s'mores on the open firepit out back. The 49ers lost and the Raiders won - we cheered the Steeler's skin-of-their-teeth win over Green Bay. I'd like to say that we're responsible for the recipe of the delicious cranberry sauce that The Lady made - we aren't. Oddly enough the recipe comes from Adam Carolla and you can listen to him give it by clicking below:
Adam Carolla's Cranberry Sauce Recipe
So here's the point: for years I've been wrestling with getting along with people. Recent changes in my life have made it easier to do so but I had to sit back and think a little deeper about what the blocker was. I think that I have figured it out - here it is:
The Swine Flu Did Not Kill Us
Apologies for the lack of update - all three of us were suffering from the flu. Was it the Swine Flu? Probably. I asked the doctor when I went in after 3 days of misery and his response was "Doesn't matter...stay home and come back if your temp starts spiking. Here's a note - stay home for the next 2 days." 5 days of fever, aches and coughing - it's true what they say about the flu. The difference between the cold and the flu is the difference between being hit with a pillow or a baseball bat. We did survive, though, and are getting better every day.
In among this were the other dramas of life. Our financial situation has been difficult for the last 7 months and although we are not out of the woods - we're better off now than we were. Additionally, I made some good-karma decisions about trying to reconcile with estranged family members. It didn't work out but at least I tried.
Little Man is a constant source of comedy. A friend remarked how life had changed for me since he came along and to be honest - yes, he did change my life. In good ways. I love his spontaneous hugs and how his play time always includes me, even if I'm busy getting ready for work or something. He likes being around me and I like being around him. Even if he weren't my kid, I'd still think he was a good kid.
The Road to Dullsville
Way, way too much happening in too short a period of time. What does it all mean? I don’t think I’m in a position to know yet. Here are the highlights:
- As I said before – the job is safe.
- We all got the flu. Swine flu, seasonal flu – doesn’t seem to matter. I was sick for 5 days and life just kind of stopped for me. Fortunately, it stopped for almost everyone in the office – everyone got it at the same time, it was like a scene out of a movie about the plague. I returned to the office today just in time for Little Man to start crying and holding his head…now he’s got it and he’s in for a miserable couple of days.
- Keeping our finances organized is a full-time job in and of itself. As I was explaining to The Lady and to Little Man – it isn’t enough to just go out and make money, you have the job of managing your money and ensuring that the little problems like bank errors and random nasty-grams from your loan company are addressed appropriately. I would estimate that I have spent 40 hours to date over the past 7 months in phone calls with Wells Fargo to participate in the Federal Loan Modification program. That’s one of several different ‘problems’ I’ve had to solve through the simple act of getting on the phone with customer service and screaming until the job was done.
As Little Man grows up, I’m seeing myself in him in some of the challenges he faces. He’s afraid to climb up on the jungle gym at the park, his default ‘unhappy’ response is to start crying. I really hesitate to give a knee-jerk reaction when he does this. I want to use the problem as a teaching moment.
Other parents have said that each child has his own style and you have to learn what he responds to. I want to take that a step further with Little Man - sit down and have some quiet moments to talk about what he’s afraid of or doesn’t take to. It’s worked out well; I helped him conquer the scary ladder at the park yesterday and I can see that there will be those times where we have to sit down and talk man to man.
Facebook, Tractor Pulls and Me
Here we go again - The WaPo is making hay about 20-or-30-something 'refuseniks' that eschew Facebook and other social networking. As if it were true - people who don't want to use social networking are 'exotic life forms' according to the WP and they have a lot of fun telling stories about these people as if they were a freak show instead of sensible people.
Truth is, I'm not much of a fan of Facebook - if you weren't using it so much, there's no way that I would either. But the fact remains that close to 200 of my former co-workers, classmates, acquaintances and friends use F/B and I was never able to connect to these people while running this blog. Facebook is a 'social object' and for that reason it is wildly popular. Using F/B helped me stumble on the Rosetta Stone to a problem I’ve been trying to solve for years.