In this story (link) I wrote a funny tale of how for a brief moment I thought I might be blood related to my wife. It’s a funny joke sometimes shared amongst us ‘Hamiltuckians’ that we’re all related to each other and it’s appropriate that at the time of this release, I am spending time with Kim’s family, celebrating her mom’s birthday. Perhaps Kim and I are not blood related, but there definitely are a lot of strings connecting our paths.
The thing about being committed to trying to write a personal account story each and every week is that is forces one, (the one here being “me”), to be pretty honest with the readers and myself. For example, I have a draft written of what I think is a somewhat self-deprecating story, one I must have written more than a year ago. I know that one day it will get published but it’s difficult for me to finish because in general, I try to always be a ‘glass is almost full’ kinda’ guy. Sometimes I feel like I’m judging myself in these stories, being too critical perhaps. We are most tough on ourselves.
When I was a little kid, we went only to one place for my parents’ vacations – Vincennes, Indiana. The negative aspect of this fact is that we never went anywhere special for vacation. I guess that’s why I think it’s so important to give my kids great vacations. As a kid myself, I can recall only once, when we went to Mammoth Caves. The pro though of going only to Vincennes is that because we usually stayed at my dad’s parents place, I got to spend a lot of time with Grandma and Granddad. If given the opportunity, I’d love to interview them both today, to learn and write their story…..so many questions I’d love to ask.
Do you have a major, overriding life goal, one that guides your actions above all others? I hope so as it can really help to drive your focus and attention to your long term planning activities as well as your contingency actions. Mine was relatively straightforward; be a better dad than my own. To me, this translates into working hard to provide them with options in life, options I never had, and trying to leverage my own life lessons in order to help my boys succeed, (or at least avoid some failures).
When my youngest boy graduated from a private liberal arts high school, I had felt that I had accomplished my life goal. They each had attended college on my dime and now my youngest had the benefit of a Waldorf education and could go to college on my dime if he chose to. Sometimes though, I have my doubts – did I really do the best that I could, did I give them each the best advice I could? Continue reading
The greatest thing I love about being in my fifties is the ability to form more self-awareness, to understand the ‘whys’ of various aspects about myself. Writing these stories is also playing a role in this ‘self-awareness journey’.
I’ve done a bit of Dad-bashing in a few of these stories, and with good reason, but maybe I owe my dad some credit. You see, I pride myself on my strategic thinking. My career, my major life objectives, my financial planning – everything most important to me and my family, I have tried to plan out, to strategize…even the spacing apart of our children so I could afford to send them all to college. As Will Ferrel would say, “strategery”. Continue reading
I experienced a death in the family over the past week, my youngest Wyatt brother passed on so there will be no posting this week. If you’re curious, he’s the blonde boy over on the right side of my site background photo.
I want to take this opportunity to thank the couple hundred of you who tune in from time to time to read my life story documentation and I hope that it entertains you occasionally. I did not think that after a year of doing this I would have over 100 stories, but they’re still coming to me. My brother’s death has filled me with quite a bit of sorrow. I did have a note to myself to one day write Mike’s story so I will take this opportunity to do that. Next week’s story should be one that is Easter-related since it is already written in draft form and then look for me to have finished Mike’s story. What I can remember and relate is interesting and sad.
Thanks for understanding and again, thanks for tuning in. I am enjoying writing these much more than I ever thought I would.
To quote “Sir”
“Marriage is no way of life for the weak, the selfish, or the insecure.”
Once upon a time, there was a boy and a girl who loved each other very much. After several years of dating, they were married. Over time, as will happen with married people, they grew much closer to one another. Now, growing close is a good thing. When done right it can even approach a feeling of sanctity; all is right with the world. On the flip side, growing closer to one another exposes weak spots, the fontanelles of the heart. Continue reading
And now, the exciting conclusion to Everybody Loves Tim Part One.
And here we are, some 20 years later.
For awhile, during high school and a few months after, I was doing the ‘normal Dad thing’ with Tim. You know, coaching him to go to college, offering him up with various alternatives for the future, etc. I kept running into a brick wall until I finally realized – “Tim” needs to push himself. Tim needs to be the one to figure out what it is he wants to be, what he wants to do to earn money enough to finance whatever lifestyle he wants to live.
Let’s do a big flashback and go back to the beginning. Continue reading
No one knows your weaknesses, your strengths, your vulnerabilities like your spouse does. With that said, anyone who’s been married for a number of years knows then what a fair fight and an unfair fight is. An unfair fight is one of harsh words, words that cut beneath the skin. Words are more harmful than a smack in the face. A smack leaves a mark but it always goes away within a few days. Harmful words pierce the heart – they can take years to heal, if ever. Continue reading