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Elementary Pain

Aaron: Day 365, 7-18-03

The reality of a move has started to set in with the kids. No more apparent than with Aaron, our youngest. And while Joey was going to the high school next year, Rebekah, the middle school, it’s only Aaron, a soon to be fourth grader, who is the only one that has to leave his friends behind in one school to start fresh in another. Today is the last day he will attend Dewitt Road Elementary School.

I know Aaron can handle it. At open houses, school chorus concerts, art fairs, or fill in the school activities here, we are told by other parents that Aaron is their child’s best friend. The conversation usually goes something like this. “Oh your Aaron’s Dad! Yes Conner talks about him all the time, they are like best friends. You have such a good kid.” Input 16 other names and there you have it. Aaron, our social butterfly, who is a nice balance of smart, witty, self deprecating, caring, sensitive and charismatic. I understand the gravitational pull towards him.

I know he will be just fine acclimating to his new surroundings. He however is not so convinced. The reality of his separation from his friends (and his first crush) hit the breaking point last week and he showed us his vulnerable side. I feel for him. I never had to change schools. Some of my closest friends to this day are ones I have taken to adulthood from kindergarten. We tried to soften the blow by looking ahead with the classic parental tactic of diversion. We told Aaron that when he transitions to middle school that he would then be reunited with his friends from his former elementary. Both eventually feed the same middle school, so as a result, he would really know twice as many kids as everyone else. Our social butterfly would be primed to achieve rock star status. Right now he’s not buying the logic. He is focused on the now, like any normal 8 year old does, and my heart breaks for him.

Hang in there Little Buddy.

Welcome to Toys”R”Us

SweetsA couple months ago Julie and I took our kids to NYC for the first time. Just a day trip. We took a Megabus from Baltimore, Maryland in the morning and left NYC that same night a 11pm. We did a lot of walking throughout Manhattan, and really pushed the limits of our three children. Thankfully Joanne, Julie’s younger sister was there with us to help wrangle to troops amidst the hustle and bustle of the New York City streets. This trip was the litmus test to a bigger more substantial one to NYC in the near future. Our first stop after getting off the bus was lunch. We took a b-line to the nearest New York Style pizza joint and exposed the kids to a true slice of pizza. I have to say it was fun watching Joey, Rebekah and Aaron try to pick up the large thin crust beauties expecting to eat them like a normal slice of a Little Ceasers Hot-n-Now large pizza. After some coaxing I finally got them to realize the folding technique, and while I am confident they didn’t really understand it at first, I know they were a fan after requesting another trip to the counter and ordering some more slices. Mission accomplished.

We also went into the new Harry Potter exhibition., M&M’s World, Lego, and The American Girl Place stores to pass the time, but nothing was better than walking in hand and hand with Rebekah into the multi-level Toys”R”Us in Times Square. Complete with a 60′ ferris wheel, and more toys than anyone could ever see in one 30 minute visit. Rebekah was very quick to say. “Wow Dad, this is the best day of my life… like ever!”

“Well, Rebekah,” I responded, “I am glad I just got to share it with you.”

Target of Brotherly Love.

Our ability to love stems from the brain, not the heart.  So why does the heart get all the love?Going to Target on a random evening is hardly the melting pot for inspiration on a blog post. Something about aisle after aisle of toasters, button down shirts, and built-your-own dinette sets I guess. But there is a first for everything.
For instance, I was in Target last week with my two sons, Joey age 13, and his little brother Aaron age 8. For Valentines Day, their Grandma Mayernik had sent each one of our three children a valentine with her signature 2 dollar bill inside. This two dollar bill put Joey over the edge on a DS game that he had been saving up for weeks. So into Target we strolled. Joey smiling ear to ear. Beaming with success of a job well saved. And as the Target employee ceremoniously turned the key on the game case I heard Joey utter an “Uh Oh”. As he looked through his folded up money he just pulled from his pocket. “Oh shoot,” he muttered again. Now he has the attention of his little brother Aaron. “What’s going on Joe?” he questioned. Joey turned to me and said “I don’t think I have enough to cover the tax.” Well I asked him “How much do you need? Do the math and let me know how much will be short.” So I watched Joey as he figured out in his head how much he needed. I could tell he was taking the price of the game multiplying that number and then adding the total all the while his head was bobbing from side to side. Aaron looked on with concern. He knew how long Joey had been saving for this game. “Shoot” Joey responded to me, defeated, he said “I need another $2.39″. Without missing a beat Aaron pulled from his pocket his “Grandma Mayernik 2 dollar bill” he had gotten that afternoon and another dollar he just happen to have in his pocket. Aaron handed Joey his 3 dollars and said with bold confidence, “Here Joey now you have enough for your game”. I thought to myself, “Wow…what kind of a guy tears up in Target, and in the electronic section no less?” A dad that’s proud of his kids. That’s who.

Happy Valentines Day.

Waiting for the Bus

For a while now I have been playing this game with my 3 children. In the morning before they go to school I have them kiss me on the left cheek. Then I turn my head, and they kiss me on the right cheek. I turn my head a third time and before they can kiss again on the left again, I quickly turn my head and I plant a kiss right on their lips. It’s fun. It makes them giggle, and I enjoy it. Now, kids are kids, and anything that can, will be turned into a game. The game here is to never get kissed on the lips.

Joey at 12 is now at an age where he wants play, but rarely does. And his signature “turn the head to the side move as he slowly approaches for the kiss” is a tough defense to crack. Rebekah and Aaron are still very much willing contestants, and this morning was no exception. Part of my morning ritual entails sitting on the couch and watching each of my children get on the bus. I plop myself on the love seat, and wait until one by one they go off the school. Aaron, the youngest, leaves last, and has started to sit with me until the very last moment. I certainly do not mind.

I started the game with him and got him the first time. He was off guard and I got him good. Yes, he laughed. Yes, he said “Darn it” (he knew he’d been had), and he quickly wanted to start again.

After a couple of rounds the game ended with Aaron kissing me on the left and then on the right cheek for about 30 straight times. He did not realize I had given up trying to kiss him on the lips and just enjoying the moment of being a Dad, and having a son who is so willing to show affection.

Aaron belted out a final “I win!” when he realized I was not going to turn my head anymore.
Which is funny, because I was thinking the same thing.

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