Flying Time

I always knew that with three kids, time would run together and I would be an official carpool parent for an extended period of time.  When my oldest son, James, was first born, people said time would fly by and I would be surprised at how fast it occurred.  I thought to myself, like every parent does: “How can 18 years fly by?”.  Well I am here to tell you it does!

I am sitting here with just a few months left before James heads off to college.  We don’t know where he will end up, but we have a 1 in 7 guess based on the applications that he has submitted. It is hard to think how difficult these next few months will be knowing that my little boy will be moving out and going someplace where I can’t see him every day. The house will seem different with him not being around and causing some sort of ruckus and the daily routines will certainly change.

As I think about the upcoming transition, I have realized a few things.  First, it really has dawned on me that it has been the small things that have been important and not the big life events.  Of course a number of examples come to mind, but best example, I can share is a tradition that started when James was first born.  Almost every night, since James was a little boy, I have kissed him (and his siblings) good night. For those nights that I was traveling and not at home, I would call home at exactly 8:30 to say good night.  It didn’t matter where I was in the world and what time it was for me, if it was 8:30 for him, I would be on the phone saying good night and asking about his day.  I have never found anyone: a client, employee or boss that didn’t appreciate the ritual and effort in being there for my kids. There were times it was a hard goal to accomplish and I had to ask my wife for help. Most of those times were when we lived in California and I was in Europe or Africa.  The time difference made it so that she had to call and wake me up from a sound sleep.  I can’t say I was very coherent, but at least I got to hear his voice.

As he got older, it became easier to either miss a kiss good night or a call home. I realized recently that I was not living up to the promise I made to him those many years ago. I am not sure what promoted me to start making sure that I kissed them goodnight every night again, but I think I just missed doing it and restarted what should have never ended.  Only after I became consistent again with my nightly habit, did I discover how important that was for James and all of my kids.  They have all shared with me, independently, that they looked forward to those calls and my kisses good night.  It was one to those things that they knew they could count every night.

A friend recently shared with me that my kids won the “Dad lottery” with me.  It was a very kind thing to say and one that I appreciated very much.  Is it true?  Who knows.  All I can say is that I try;  That is the best I can do.  But I also think that I won the Dad lottery with my own Dad.  I don’t think I knew it growing up, but I watched what my own father did and I and I learned by his example. The way that he was there to support us, to guide us and teach us how to become an independent adult made me who I am today.  I certainly am not perfect; and while my father would say he was not either, I can tell you I could not have asked for better.

Since having my own son, I have realized how similar my father and I are.  Not just in looks, but in actions, traits and how we think. People have told me that James is a “Mini-me”. His speech inflections, his habits, his way of thinking; I certainly didn’t try and cause any of that to occur.  But I guess that the apple truly does not fall far from the tree. And that is a good thing.

As next summer will come to a close, I will reflect on those things I have been able to accomplish and be thankful.  I will also know that I did the best I could.  I will not be regretful, but happy for those moments that I have had with James.  It will not be the end, but the beginning of our next phase of life.  I will also be confident that it will be the small things that will be important to him as he goes on to becoming an adult and hope that he focuses on those small success rather always looking for a great big thing.

These next few months will not be easy;  But they will be exciting.  I am sure I will shed a tear or two, but I will also be happy as I can say that I have been able to help mold James into a fine young man that he is today.

 

Kids and Water

With the end of summer, comes reflection on these past few months.  I am not sure what it is, but kids love water and these last few summers, for my kids, have been all about water.  To be honest, as a parent, I love the fact that they do.  To say that there is something magical about kids and water is a bit melodramatic.  But every time I see my kids and playing in the water, or any one else’s kids for that mater, I smile.

As my kids grow, they are willing to try and do things that they would have been hesitant to do just a few years ago. Sometimes it makes my stomach turn when I see them do things that could cause them to get hurt.  But, I guess that is all about growing up.

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Even when we are out on the water just “hanging”, it seems to be a special time. So here is to next summer.  And a thanks to my kids for making memories for your parents.  Can’t wait until next year!

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Adventures of an Almost 50 Year Old

A friend recently made a comment that I never seem to grow up.  I am not sure if that was a compliment, criticism, or maybe some jealousy.  Though, he may have a valid point. Afterwards, I thought about his comment, and I guess I do seem to live a life on the edge or at least do things that most people never would even think about doing.

This year was no exception.

20 years ago, I had returned to the US after walking off of Kilimanjaro. My first stop was at the apartment of my future wife. I am sure I looked like hell, I had not shaved or cut my hair in forever (yes I did bath). I don’t know if she knew it then, but she knows now: I like to do things off the beaten trail. The same friend who told me I don’t grow up  (this same friend is who introduced me to my wife), asked why I do these things. I put my head down, thought about it, and looked at him and said, “I want to do things people only dream of and don’t actually do“.  He said he appreciated my candor; I laughed.

I love climbing, I love going high on a mountain.  But with kids and that silly thing called a job, I had stopped climbing.  I knew I was getting restless, so after a long period, I decided I need to determine if I still “had it”.  I wanted to try some glacier climbing on Mount Rainer as a prep to see if I could do Mount Denali.  I looked at the best groups to help me reach my goal and chose RMI Guides.  

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Unfortunately, the trip did not exactly go accordingly to plan.  Two months before I was to leave, I was told that I had two hernias and needed to have surgery. However silly it sounds, that did not deter me.  My surgeon convinced me that I could still climb and wait until after I got off the mountain to have the surgery.  And that become the plan.

First Shave

There are a number of “firsts” in everyones life.  First date, first plane ride, first words. For young men, there is also a first shave.  I don’t remember how old I was when I started shaving, maybe 13 or 14; but I do remember when my father showed me how to do it.  He first shaved himself, then he walked me through the steps and showed me what to do and more importantly, what not to do.

I am not sure why that memory has stuck with me for so long, but it has.  As my boys grew up, I knew the time would come for me to show them what my father had taught me so many years ago.

With our oldest son James, it went exactly as I had thought it would.  James and I both noticed that it was “time” and I showed him the how-tos of shaving that my father had taught me so many years ago.  When the same time arrived for our 2nd son, William, it was a far different story.  When I pointed out his facial hair to him, he didn’t ask me to show him how to shave, he asked his older brother.

I was not upset, far from it.  I was more surprised than anything.

What happened next is a memory I shall not forget.  I think the pictures below speak for themselves.

My 2¢ on Crossfit

My wife was on my case about my “growing stomach”, and to make matters worse, and even my friends even were pointing it out. I knew I had to do something to get back in shape, but what was the question.  It’s not that I was horribly fat, but at 6’ 1”, I was getting close to 200 pounds and that was the heaviest I had ever been. No matter how many times, I told myself I had to do something, I wasn’t doing anything about it and kept making excuses because of a “lack of time”. I hated tradition gyms, hated running (thanks to a high school track coach), and I knew I had to be motivated by someone to get my butt in gear on a regular basis.  Simply put: I knew I knew I could not do it alone.

Like most of us, my youth was filled with sports and activities.  I had always considered myself an athlete, but as life moved on, I stopped being active and grew to watch my kids being the athletes.

In early 2013 I saw my age creeping to 49 and I started looking hard at what I should do.  I didn’t know much, if anything, about Crossfit.  While I had heard about it, I didn’t know anyone who had actually participated in it.  Every once in a while I would drive home a different way and kept passing a sign for a Crossfit gym (or Box as they are called).  And then one day, I saw a Facebook post by a friend of a friend who had joined a local Box and loved it.  And that was the straw that broke the camel’s back.

Like every other typical guy, I did 30 seconds of research and decided what was best for me and called Crossfit North Alpharetta (CFNA).  I booked an introduction class and waited to begin the path to the new and improved me. The following Saturday, I met with Heather, one of the owners of CFNA; she shared with us what Crossfit was about and what we should expect.  She discussed the natural movements of each workout, the Olympic lifting, cardio and diet as well.  She then put us through a “light workout”.

I just about died.

The World Cup is Over! Now What do I do?

The idea come up two years ago; the planning started last year.  And it all came together this June.

I always told my boys growing up that they could play any sport they wanted, as long as it was soccer.  Now, I am sure you think I am joking.  And maybe I am a little, but truth be told, that is the sport that I had always loved wanted them to pursue.  Soccer to me is A Beautiful Game:  It is a game that is filled with camaraderie, fitness, personal growth and maturity. It makes you think, it makes you stronger, it makes you a better person.

Both of my boys have played the game since they were four.  There is an argument that today they know more about the game and love it more than I do;  And that brings a smile to my face.

As the boys where getting older, they wanted to see a World Cup game in person.  Now for those of you that are unfamiliar with the World Cup, it is a 30 day event that is held every four years between countries.  For a country to qualify, it they must go through a series of matches against other countries over the period of two years. At the end of that period, 32 countries qualify to play.  In other words, those countries that play in the World Cup are the best of the best.  And that is what my boys wanted to see.

To make this happen, we needed to plan; we needed to save money (it was going to be expensive), figure out what cities to see, how to find a place to stay  and more than anything: we needed to hope that we could get tickets. Tickets this year were distributed by FIFA (The governing body for soccer) by a lottery.  You put your name in a hat and hoped it got pulled. We had a lot of hope, but we also needed luck.

So rather then put the cart before the horse and arrange for plane tickets and a place to stay, we put our names in for the lottery and waited.

And Waited….

And So It Re-Begins

A few years ago I used to “blog” a lot.  Almost every day I would post a picture, tell a story and share.  As time moved on, so did life.  While I still posted, I moved over to 140 character posts and stopped writing at any length.  It was lazy, I know; but I was OK with lazy every once in a while.  But, to be honest, I missed it.

As life moved on, I also stopped updating my websites regularly and only posted to Facebook. Well that made me even miss writing even more.  So here I am, back to where it all begin. Back to writing, back to posting pictures, back to telling a story.

My goal this time, is the same it was 7 years ago: to write, post images and to share a moment in time.  It really is that simple.  Will I post every day?  No.  Will I post regularly?  That is the plan. No themes; just stories about family, kids, my wife, my dog, work, life, etc.  You get the idea.

I hope you enjoy this as much as I will.  To be honest, I can’t wait.