Why do my children think they are entitled to a dessert after they eat dinner each night? So much so that they get very upset at the thought of not having one at the completion of dinner.  What ever happened to them being grateful to have a meal?

Don’t they know how many children across the world go hungry each day?

And yes I am one step closer to sounding like my mother but I don’t care.


My Christmas Lie

This year, for some reason, I have been noticing how much we lie to our children.  Lies…all in the name of fostering the joy of Christmas but lies all the same.  In the end, I do think it is harmless but like all lies…its extremely complicated to maintain.  Further, I realize that as my children get older and are better able to reason, I continue to complicate the lie in order to keep it going.

So for Christmas, Santa has to deliver the Christmas tree.  That means that at some point, a moment has to be created where both of the boys are out of the house for enough time for me to run out and purchase a Christmas tree.  Sometimes I do it while they are at school and it greets them when they get home, last year, I think they went to play in the park and just as they were returning, I was just able to get my coat off in time to tell them how Santa said he was so sorry to have missed them. I complicated the lie by asking…didn’t you just hear the bells jingling as you were walking up the block.  Oh man…go look and see if you can catch him at the stop sign! Its amazing, but like magic each year, they somehow manage to just miss Santa’s delivery. They are always a little disappointed but happy that the tree has finally arrived.

Then we have to decorate and light the tree.  Why?  Well that’s because Santa has to be able to find you to bring presents.  Technically though, if Santa delivered the tree…doesn’t he already know where we are. Why do we need to light the tree so that he can find us? Luckily they haven’t gotten to that place yet. They simply enjoy the process of being able to decorate the tree…but I suspect that question will come soon.

When their toy collection gets overwhelming, Santa will generally ask them to consider which of their toys they can donate to children less fortunate. The struggle is then they want to give away everything in hopes that Santa will bring them all new stuff. Things they’ve played with and enjoy..they suddenly no longer want.  But why I ask?  “Santa’s gonna bring us new stuff” is generally the thought. And so trying to teach them to be charitable during the holiday hasn’t really turned out the way I hoped. Now they give stuff away just because they want all new stuff!

When Christmas is all done, Santa has to come pick up the tree.  Sure I could just throw the tree out but Santa brought it to us…we can’t just throw it away.  So no..we aren’t throwing it out. We are returning it.  But why do we have to return it? He gave it to us! Well Santa is actually coming to pick up the tree so that he can have it re-planted in the forest. It’s important to Santa that we recycle things and that we don’t waste…and so in order to be environmental, they let the tree go each year.

Happy Holidays!



My choice or yours?


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For the past 24hrs, my mind has been flipping over and over.

You see, both of my boys are involved in gymnastics.  My younger son has been taking gymnastics since he was 2 years old. My older, has done it off and on for the past 4 years. My younger boy is a natural. I noticed it when I took him to our first daddy and me gym class when he was two.  My older son, I think he likes the sport, but he has to work harder at it. He’s not as strong physically and he’s not as coordinated. What is worrisome is that my older understands more of what it means to stick with it. He tries and tries until he gets it. My younger son, because it came to him so quickly, doesn’t understand what it means to have to work hard to get something. For him, its just fun and play. He has no work ethic.

At any rate, gymnastics and school fill our week.  They have multiple lessons and naturally, their lessons aren’t at the same time. Our only days off are Thursday and Sunday! While we try to not focus on gymnastics at home, I do see them practicing their splits and handstands etc. When they play in the back yard I do see them practicing their flips and such…so its just a part of their lives.

Last night we found out that next week, my youngest son will be assessed to determine if he can move up to a more advanced team. Right now, he is on the pre-competitive team. He practices about 6 hrs per week. The goal is for them to get the fundamentals, to build their strength and to start some elementary moves on all the equipment. If he is able to demonstrate that he is strong enough and has mastered the moves, he will go to the competitive team.

The competitive team practices a total of 16hrs per week. They continue to build strength, they work on more advanced moves, and with time he will be able to enter competitions. They are very clear that one should not join this team if they are not interested in being an all-around competitive gymnast. And this is where I am torn…

He is 6…is he able to decide whether he wants to be a competitive gymnast? As his dad, a part of me wants him to advance. If he is good enough, he should go for it. My logic with everything is that you do it to get better. You push yourself to be the best you can be…and it will work itself out. Further, why invest the money in the lessons if you aren’t going to see just how far you can go.

Another part of me doesn’t want him to progress because I feel like 16hrs a week of practice is a lot!  Do I want him to start comparing himself to the others, to start picking out the things he doesn’t do well or needs to improve upon, etc. We also heard that another child (he’s just four) who has already advanced, is struggling with the number of hours of practice each week. He’s always tired we heard his mother say. His dad pushes him to come…saying they are paying a lot for him to be on the team and so he doesn’t have a choice. Don’t get me wrong…at 4…the boys stands out.  Something is there…but in my mind…he’s just 4…and my son is just 6 and 16hrs of practice per week sounds like a lot!

I also asked my son what he wanted. I asked him whether he still liked gymnastics and whether he still wanted to do it.  He says he does. I asked him whether he wanted to be assessed and whether he thought he was good enough to advance. He says he thinks he’s good enough to do it. I finally asked whether he wanted me to come watch him be assessed and to cheer for him and he told me no!  He says I make him nervous because he knows I am watching him.  So I won’t go.

I also think about the cost associated with it and how I don’t want to make the investment only for him to come back and say its too hard or he’s too tired or whatever (remember, his work ethic concerns me) but then I think maybe seeing the other boys doing great things will encourage him and motivate him.

I just don’t know.  Maybe I won’t have to decide…maybe he won’t do well enough and can stay in the pre-competitive team. I want him to do well enough to advance…but does he really understand what going to school and then practicing each day for a total of 16hrs per week means?

Should I decide for him…or rather, should I decide what I think is best for him?


Quiet Storms



My home has been recently experiencing some significant changes. Changes that are wonderful to see but that really represent what is to come. You see, my children are growing more and more independent and while it is what I hope for from them, the results of that independence means that I am no longer as needed by my children.

This past summer, my children began picking their own clothes each day. They are now able to get up and get themselves together each morning without my having to provide much guidance and/or direction. Sure this means that they are becoming more independent and that’s a good thing. It also means that I get to sleep a little longer each morning and I should be grateful for that but it hurts not being needed.

As school started we also started allowing them to fix themselves their own cereal in the morning. Each night, before going to bed, we set their bowls and spoons on the island but they are now able to get up, get dressed, go downstairs and fix their own breakfast all on their own. They have even learned and remember to take their vitamins each morning. This is great news. I get to sleep later but it really is the beginning of the end. My kids don’t need me as much as before.

Unofficially, my kids have chores. They are responsible for letting the dog out to use the bathroom and they are also responsible for picking up his poop from the back yard. To most, that is great news. I mean who wants to have to pick up poop. I like that they are able to do it and to help out. It gives me more time to focus on other things…but it also means they don’t need me to do it…and well, is that really what I am after?

Yes, we still have a sitter/nanny and she helps keep the larger items in the house together but the kids also have special chores like dusting, that are just for them to do. Before, dusting was something to keep them busy. To allow them to feel like they were helping out but they are getting so good at it. So much so that I needn’t go behind them and re-do it. This is great news right? Again, I get to sleep just a little longer or I get to watch the news uninterrupted (I am a news junkie) or I get to focus on some other chore but again, it illustrates how my children are growing and they don’t need me to guide and/or instruct them on as much as I used to.

My children also are finding their time watching TV and/or playing on their tablets more enjoyable than sitting, leaning on and talking to me. Sure I still restrict the amount of time they have with those things but previously, I was the center of their world. They are developing interests and things they would prefer to do such that they find not being able to watch cartoons and/or play on their tablet in order to sit with me painful! When did I become painful. I have become a cross to bear until they can go back to doing other, more enjoyable things.

Shouldn’t I be happy about this? My sister Maylyn would probably say its about time. That I have babied them for far too long and they need to be more independent (I can hear her asking me what is the problem)…but I liked being needed. I liked having to do things for them. I liked them waking me at 6am on the weekends with their morning breath whispering “Daddy, I’m hungry?” I liked being able to sit on the sofa with one on each side of me talking about their day and/or any other silly things. I liked being their source of entertainment.

So now I can sleep in just a little longer and my mornings are not as hectic as they used to be. Now I get time to do whatever I want to do instead of doing what I need to do for them…and well, its strange. I feel more me-focused and I guess I didn’t realize it would begin to happen this early. What’s the next couple of years going to be like. When will I officially become useless, uninformed and unintelligent to them?

Oh and BTW, their feet are growing like weeds!




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We start school on Tuesday, September 6. School for my boys start at 7:45am. I am excited for them to return.  They however, not so much.

In prep for school, I took my younger son to the psychiatrist to be assessed for ADD. Getting to this point took a lot.  First we talked about the constant struggle to get him to focus at school.  It was always odd how a highly intelligent child, just couldn’t sit through a 15 minute exercise.  I assumed it was because he figured it out and then the exercise got boring.

Later the nanny talked to me about his inability to sit through his summer exercises.  But I thought to myself…who would want to sit through reading and writing in the summer.

One day, I worked from home and I had an opportunity to witness it myself…and I could no longer deny that something was going on…so I took him to the doctor.

I was hesitant, I was resistant and I already had my defenses.  I am a highly intelligent, well researched parent.  I did my homework and I was ready to discuss options outside of drug therapy.

So when the doctor started in, I laid it all out…yes, his diet is organic, yes he takes vitamins, no he doesn’t have any problems sleeping, no he’s not depressed. Half hour of video games, half hour of TV, no problems making friends…blah blah blah.

He stopped his line of questioning and simply asked me what did I want to do…and I said honestly, I didn’t want to do anything but I felt it was my responsibility to investigate. He took me through the understanding of the different medications and I just listened. I was pretty confident I wasn’t going that route. Then he offered something to try…Cod Liver Oil. He admitted he doesn’t know why.  He acknowledged he doesn’t know how it works but that for some children, an old wives tale of taking a tablespoon of Cod Liver Oil every day seems to do the trick.

He advised that it would take about 30 days to see any change and he informed me to get the Carlson brand for it was high quality without things like mercury. He also recommended 1mg of folic acid every day. So that’s it.  We are trying Cod Liver Oil and Folic Acid.

I had to laugh because I remember my mom giving us Cod Liver Oil every day before school as a kid and to this day, I still take 1mg of folic acid daily…and it makes me think…sometime the best remedies are the things of old!

Remind me in a month to let you know if this has worked!

Which is right…I wonder



It is my opinion that the Black Lives Matter movement is misguided. I don’t find them to be on message, I don’t find their tactics to be effective and I don’t think they have a credible voice. I believe all one needs to do is look to history to see what worked most effectively when advancing civil rights. For me, that was the Rosa Parks situation. What worked, was not that Rosa Parks refused to give up her seat but the response afterwards. People simply refused to ride public transportation until the law was changed. Economically, Montgomery lost a lot of money because all the supporters simply stopped riding public transportation. They car pooled and they walked everywhere; and very quickly (about one year), the city reversed itself. Money drives most things.  Thus if the Black Lives Matter movement really wanted to be effective, they would organize people in different ways. I live in Chicago…do you know what would happen to this city if all the Black Lives Matter supporters decided to collectively take days off until things changed?  Think of all the places where you see black and brown faces working. What if we all systemically started taking days off? First all the people that work at the airport, then all the public transportation workers, then the restaurant workers, etc.  We would systematically bring the city to its knees day after day. The city could not afford to miss out on that revenue for days and weeks; they would have to respond quickly. Instead we have protests, some police still engage in questionable behavior, and the politicians get to drag their feet, while trying to convince us they are serious about change. Cut off the revenue and I believe the sense of urgency would soon develop.

But that’s my opinion. As a parent, I don’t get to be radical like that. I have 2 boys. Two brown boys who are growing up in a city, in a country, that is, generally speaking, hostile towards them. For their own safety, I don’t get to say what I am really thinking.

Instead, our conversations focus on how people are being treated unfairly and how that is not right.  We talk about how important it is to respect and to be kind to other people. We talk about how it is ok to be angry, but it is never ok to touch, hit, scream or throw things as others; that you entitled to your feelings but you have no right to be treat someone poorly because of them.

I tell them that I agree with the Black Lives Matter movement. That we need Black Lives Matter to help because I honestly believe people are being treated unfairly and that is wrong. When we see something that is not right, we should try to fix it. When they ask how come I am not a part of the protests, I tell them it is because I don’t think it is right that you should scream, threaten and throw things at other people because you don’t agree with them. I explain that breaking things, burning things and throwing things is not how we solve problems.

And then I sound preachy, so I shut up.

What’s this on my face?


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I have a confession to make but before I confess, let me tell you a little bit about myself.

At home, I am the rock. I am the disciplinarian, the rule maker, the one that can stop my children cold with just a look.  I am not the “boss”…but I am guided by logic, by rational thinking, by data and evidence. I love my family. I want us to be happy. Being the structure is my way of showing and ensuring we get there.

With my friends, I am “Steady Freddy”. I am the one they come to for advice. I am the one who helps put things into perspective. I help them calm down and see the bigger picture. I tell them when they are being unreasonable or selfish. I challenge them to not forget who they are, from which they’ve come and for how hard they’ve worked. They are my friends and I love them. Iron sharpens iron and together we’ll both be better.

At work, I am a boss. I have a great team and they work really hard but I am the leader. Most times, I provide support, guidance and opportunities for them to showcase their talents as we achieve our objectives. I serve as a mentor, a challenger, a visionary, a consultant, a friend and sometimes a parent. We are in it together and my success is the pride I feel when they are successful.

These are the roles of my life. These roles fit me. They are the roles in which I excel. They are roles that I think match my personality and they are roles I don’t shy away from. No I am not serious all the time. In fact, in most instances, I am funny, unassuming and authentic.

But lately, I find that things move me in ways I’ve not experienced before. Nowadays, I can be moved to tears by commercials, movies, stories of sacrifice, watching my children, thinking about my spouse or appreciating my life. It is such a weird feeling to catch oneself tearing up and/or crying about things I was previously blind to. Once I found myself in tears just imagining myself as a grandparent. I could see my boys as adults with their own families and I was happy to have my children and grandchildren around me. It was content…and feeling brought me to tears. Sometimes, as we are experiencing them, I see those moments that my children will look back upon with fondness and they make me cry. What makes me cry is to be able to see them reminiscing and my looking at them remembering and recognizing the moment long before they understood it to be. Just this morning while listening to the radio, a story about a father’s efforts to emotionally connect with his son had me quietly crying as he described how important it was for him. It was like I understood the importance of the effort, identified with it and appreciated it all at the same time.

Have I become a wus or am I eating too much tofu? Is this just a part of active parenting? Are there other dads out there experiencing something similar?  Will this continue or will it fade away?

My logical mind wants to know.

Nightly Impact


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I am a news junkie. I love watching and/or listening to news.  As a kid, I remember listening to 1010 News Radio day and night.  I loved their tagline “You give us 22 minutes, we’ll give you the world.”

Currently, I fill my evenings by watching news.  From the time I come home, I watch Fox News, CNN News, OAN, MSNBC, BBC America, The Weather Channel and before it went off the air, Al Jazeera News. Though I tend to lean Republican (we’ll save that discussion for another day), I do enjoy watching both the conservative and liberal media. I find it fascinating to see what each think is important and how they interpret things.  Truthfully, I think I enjoy watching conservative and liberal news because I suspect the actual truth is probably somewhere in middle of what’s being reported…and I am fine with that.

This means my children watch a lot of news too. We watch it together. I find the news is often a place from which to spark conversation. Lately, due to the nature of the news, my children see far more violence on TV; more than I would ever allow via television programming or movie. With some of the recent events, they’ve seen the Black Live Movement (BLM) protests, the Dallas police shooting, the terrorist attack in Nice France, the Turkish attempted coup and the Baton Rouge police shootings.

When they ask questions, I try to tell them the truth in a way that makes sense for their young minds. We’ve talked about bad guys and good guys. We’ve talked about whether BLM people are bad and I’ve had to teach them what it means to protest. The news has enabled me to discuss the danger of guns and why we don’t play or own them. We talk about what it means to be a good policeman and how some policeman are bad guys. Watching the attack in Nice France allowed us to talk about safety and the importance of staying close when in public. Surprisingly, it enabled us to talk about what they should do if ever we were out and someone started shooting.

Now some of you might think this is a good thing.  At first, I must admit I thought it was. Now, I am on the fence about it. A part of me really feels like I am building well informed kids. Kids with an eye to the world, kids that will be less ethnocentric, that will recognize that the world is bigger than where we live. I want them to be critical thinkers in order to survive and I want them to know that sometimes, people are bad and/or do really bad things.

But the other part of me wonders whether am depriving them their childhood? That I am robbing them of the innocence of youth? That these images are inappropriate for children and that the best thing is simply to shield them from it.

But then how realistic is that?

Oh Ana


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It happened and I never thought it would.  This weekend past, a 6 month old girl named Ana managed to turn my world upside down.

Years ago, I made friends with two awesome women (Betsy and MC) who both live in Charleston, SC. We are all older now, married with children but we’ve managed to maintain our friendship over the years. We find time to pull our families together to celebrate a holiday together and this year it was July 4th weekend. Well, MC and her husband recently had a baby girl named Ana…and from the time I met her on Saturday morning (she was asleep when I arrived on Friday), I was hooked.

Ana has the easiest temperament. She has the cutest brown eyes and the most gorgeous laugh. Her smile just makes you feel happy to know that she is happy. She also has that adorable baby smell.

You can tell that she is loved and full of trust as she sat with me, allowed me to feed her, and even fell asleep in my arms. Rocking her and watching her sleep in my arms made me melt. Her mother once said after Ana fell asleep “you can put her in her bed” and my mind asked why? Several times I had to force myself to let her parents have access to her for fear they would think I was crazy.

She had me cooing all weekend long. I finally understood why my male friends can never say no to their daughters. I was astounded my Ana.

Each morning of my visit, I would wake and the first thing I would want to do is see how Ana was doing. I’d play with her until her mother would take pity on me and say “you can pick her up.” Then I would grab in my arms and start talking to her. I’d tune out all the conversation around me and Ana and I would be in our own world in front of everyone. We’d walk around, we’d dance in the middle of the family room, we’d look at ourselves in the mirrors, look out the windows, grab a seat on the porch, etc. while I narrated everything around us to her.

Leaving to come home was hard because I didn’t want to say goodbye.

Now that I am back home, my sons tell me I have a “crush” on Ana. My husband says he’s concerned because I am having Ana withdrawl. I went to work and showed my colleagues the pictures I took with my Ana. They laughed to see me head over heels for a little baby. I think the sun rises and sets on her.

So why don’t I have another baby you say? Well, I am content with the two boys God has blessed me with. When I look at them, I know that God does answer prayers for they really are everything I’ve asked for.

But then I ask myself…do I want a daughter?  Do I want another baby?

Do you?