The Stepdad/Officiant

My place and where I stood in the life of Caitlin and Gregory has always been confusing to me, ever since Pat and I first started dating.   So many times, I felt like an interloper in the house.  Of course, my love for Pat, and her for me was very real.  Once we got to know each other there was never a doubt that our futures would be missing so much if we didn’t end up together.  I remember one time I was at the house, when it was seriously decorated for Christmas, and I was looking at their Christmas tree.  Steve and Pat were already separated for quite a while, but I looked at all the ornaments hanging there.  Being Jewish, I never really looked at anyone’s Xmas tree, and personally I never had an ornament.  Their tree and its ornaments represented so many personal memories, year after year, so much warmth, and reflection of family.  Their whole family was represented on that tree.  I realized that it was not just Pat and I, but a whole family I wanted to become part of.  I got very emotional looking at that tree and started to cry, mostly for Steve.  I think at that time of my life I was emotionally shallow, and while I knew that Pat and Steve were no longer together, what they were breaking up was way more than what was apparent to me.  It was the first time, but far from the last that I saw what was happening to the family from Steve’s eyes.  So many years later, after a few years of all living together Pat and I got married.  By this time, we were a family- a beautiful blended family, with positive feelings that bonded us all.  All five children referred to each other as brothers and sisters.  It was my and Pat’s blessing that we got to this place at all.  But one thing never left my mind.  My respect for Steve and his place in their lives and in this family.  When I first moved in to the house with Pat and the kids I slipped into an emotional funk.  I felt there was no place for me with Caitlin and Greg.  Pat was the all-encompassing mother, so involved in their lives, and Steve was the dad that was always supportive of his children.  He was there every day for them.  I felt I had no place, and didn’t know how to give love to my step children without stepping on their dad’s toes.  We have been married now for almost 20 years. Through the years I and we, all found our comfort level, and went on, in each other’s lives, comfortably, and reflecting love at every turn. 

Then Gregory, my step son got engaged.  His wedding was the topic of all conversation, and it occurred to me, what will be my place in this very important family affair?   I knew that whatever it was going to be, I would have to be fine with it.  Steve deserved all the attention the father of a groom is entitled to.  I always knew step dad ran a distant second.  Then came last Thanksgiving when Greg and Melissa did what was to be the beginning of inclusion for our entire family.  First, they went into a room and came back with a gift for my son, Michael, asking him to be in the bridal party as a groomsman.  Then left the room and gave Caitlin a gift asking her to be a bridesmaid.  Then they left, and returned with gifts for my older grandchildren, Emma and Jake, asking them to be junior groomsman and bridesmaid.  They left the room again and gave a gift to my youngest grandchildren, Madison and Madden, asking them to be ring bearer and flower girl.  The inclusive nature of all this was amazing.  I was just so thrilled that everyone in our extended family was going to participate in their wedding.  I felt there was no special place left for me, and I was fine with it, finding solace in the fact that I was the elder statesman of such a positive minded blended family.  But they left the room again and returned with a wine bottle with a label on it saying, “Would you be our officiant?”, and handed it to ME.  I was stunned.  At first, I didn’t know what they meant.  How could they want me to officiate their wedding?  But they looked at me for a response, and I realized they were asking me to participate, actually lead their ceremony.  I was so overtaken by emotion that in front of the whole family I started to cry.   Right then at that moment I reset my entire view of who I was to my step children.  It’s always been my insecurity that made me see it any other way than the way it was that Thanksgiving.  I was loved, and respected. 

To end this, I just want to say that I worked so hard on finding the right words for their ceremony.  By the time I was finished writing it I was so comfortable with what I had written that I was not the slightest bit nervous, but genuinely excited to be the officiant.  I know that that evening was probably the best night of Greg and Melissa’s life.  It sure looked that way.  It was also one of the best nights of mine.

Can’t wait for the video!

The Predicament

BEING RIGHT IS MEANINGLESS

So many times, in our life, we find ourselves disagreeing, arguing, or just plain fighting with people that are very meaningful to us. We are then put in a position where we can argue or debate how we feel about something or we can just let it go. If we debate to convince the other, there is a good chance the other will be hurt by our arguments.  We will have to tear them down about their feelings relating to the argument, showing them, they are wrong.  The reality is “If we disagree, then if I am right, you MUST be wrong, and invalid in your thinking.”  There is a lot here.  It’s an intrinsic part of us that our ego needs to be right.  But I am realizing that it is not worth it to come out on top if the other is hurt.  I really never felt this way before.  I always thought I needed the world to see I am right.  To validate myself. 

Most times letting it go is the best choice. Just agree to disagree, and be comfortable with that.  If we feel good about ourselves and how we think then we know that it doesn’t really matter what the other person thinks, and we are just good with how we feel. Of course, this only works if the other person, the person that we love, isn’t upset or hurt. But what if we are hurt or upset? What if we feel misunderstood and since we love this person so much we feel we have to make our point in such a way so that they will understand us? Or maybe they are strangers, and it just irritates us to think that their perspective is different than ours.  (wrong) They’re in lies the predicament.  What to do?  What do we sacrifice?  My feelings or yours?

I’ve been comfortable lately with the fact that I don’t argue. I don’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings or bring doubt into their minds. And so, I just let it go. I take great pride in personally feeling that it’s OK if I’m not that understood. I feel good about myself and secure in knowing that even if we don’t see eye to eye, I’m very much OK.  I don’t need universal agreement or validation. We all see the world differently, from different vantage points.   This makes how we see it different.  We are all not the same. 

Therefore, being right is relative to the viewer, and therefore meaningless.

Moving On

So today is our last day at Esplanade as members.  Wow.  So many feelings.  So many thoughts.  The movers will be here any moment and I told them, as Jackson Browne told the roadies about his piano, to take my computer last.  As excited as we were over 7 years ago to start our journey, we are now excited to continue it.  If Astor Creek is half as great as Esplanade has been for us, Pat and I will be very happy.  More for family reasons than anything other, we are moving on. 

We are blessed to have this life, and these choices, and to have made such amazing friends.  A house can be temporary, but good friendships are forever.  We take so much with us. 

With much gratitude we are moving on.

Gratitude and the Baptism

Gratitude flows constantly in my life.  From the time I wake up with usually positive feelings for the day, until I feel the cool sheets on my skin in the evening, everything that happens to me makes me feel grateful.  So it is natural for me to appreciate things all day long.  However, this past Sunday I had a huge wave of appreciation come over me. 

My daughter-in-law’s (present and future) come in all sizes, shapes and backgrounds.  I like that a lot.  Anyone who knows how I think and feel, knows that I celebrate the fact that while we were all born in different places, and raised in different cultures, we have more in common with each other than our differences.  The differences can be superficial, and subtle, or they can make us blatantly unique, giving us qualities that we can learn from each other.  However, either way, I see the differences as all positive.  “Take the positive where you can find it” is my daily thought.   

Now for the reason for this post.  Sunday was Madden’s baptism day.  It was a first for him, and a first for me.  I never saw a baptism or had any of my children or grandchildren ever been baptized.  Sure, I’ve been to church and have seen my share of ceremonies.  It is always positive, joyous, and always reflects love.  While I don’t relate to the messaging, I do see happiness for others through their affiliation with their religious beliefs, so I enjoy taking that in. 

So back to Madden, Mellanie and Mike.  Mell is from Brazil, Mike is Jewish, and Madden of course is a combination of both.  How does that work out?  Mell made it easy.  Madden was baptized, has a nanny who speaks Portuguese, and the books they read to him at bedtime are Jewish children’s stories.  Mell picked our daughter Caitlin to be Madden’s Godmother, and her brother Mauricio to be his Godfather.  Honoring both extended families, Mellanie and Mike’s thoughtfulness and pragmatism touches me. Teaching him who he is, and where he came from will be so empowering to him as he gets older.  Mellanie’s inclusiveness for everyone is creating a family closeness that everyone can share forever. 

I always hoped that my children would be a better version of me as a parent and as a person. It was always my goal as a dad.  So far Pat and I have five happy children, and four very happy grandchildren.  So I think wherever life takes us, we can take pride that all is good “in the house”.    With much gratitude I thank every day, who or whatever made this life so wonderful.

POST ELECTION THOUGHTS ON A POLITICAL REVOLUTION

So no one ever imagined that Donald Trump would run away with this election.  The first Republican to win the popular vote in 20 years.  My first thoughts were how could anyone vote for a convicted felon, misogynist, rude, vulgar, narcissistic, dark thinking man such as Trump. But you know what?  It’s done.  He won and will be the President for the next four years.  Our democracy worked once again.  Flawlessly I might add.  The people have spoken, whether some accept their words or not.

But I do need to know why this happened.  Why did so many negatives about Trump not preclude him from winning?  I believe the answer has been obvious but we missed the forest for the trees. 

Those who voted for Trump were worried about the economy and the border.  Most people I know think that the economy is doing so well.  “Just look at the stock market”, they say.  “My home is worth so much more than just a few years ago.”  So many people never really think about how many Americans are not participating in this booming economy.  Only 58% of Americans own stock.  (4 of 10 people do not) Only 65% of Americans own their own homes, and many of these are older.  Only 47% of Americans under 50 are homeowners.  MOST Americans under 50 are not homeowners.  When they are told about how great Bidenomics is, they see it as a slap in their face.  Many of these people feel they are not being heard by the Democratic party so they voted for Trump. 

Trumps’ message was simple.  You have a problem and I will fix it.  That’s all so many people needed to hear because yes, they had a problem.  His message about illegal immigration was that this was the reason for their financial problems.  Simple.  They have a problem, he identified it, and he will fix it.  That’s all so many people needed to hear.  He never said how he would fix it.  He was too smart.  He didn’t need to.  Through Trump this part of America felt heard.  Kamala talked about what she would do to help home ownership, but these Americans knew she couldn’t really help them.  Was she going to buy them a house while they are living paycheck to paycheck?  While I have no doubt, she, and the Democratic party had the best intentions for all Americans, her message didn’t get through like Trump’s did. 

As the economic divide in our country widens, so does the Republican base.  I realize now that I was wrong about Trump followers.  I looked at friends and family and wondered how could they follow this man?  I never realized that to the degree that he is unfit to be president through the litany of negativity, that is how disenfranchised his followers felt. 

Think about that for a second.  They felt unheard THAT MUCH.  The Democratic party has a perception problem and this election is the result.  David Brooks from the NY Times put it this way:

The Democratic Party has one job: to combat inequality. Here was a great chasm of inequality right before their noses and somehow many Democrats didn’t see it. Many on the left focused on racial inequality, gender inequality and L.G.B.T.Q. inequality. I guess it’s hard to focus on class inequality when you went to a college with a multibillion-dollar endowment and do environmental greenwashing and diversity seminars for a major corporation. Donald Trump is a monstrous narcissist, but there’s something off about an educated class that looks in the mirror of society and sees only itself

So the reaction from the disenfranchised was severe.  America hired an unstable, unfiltered person, because he was the only one who heard them.  Things will be changed in this country forever.  I’m not fearing the end of democracy.  I am always a hopeful person.  Instead, I pray for inclusion for all in the American dream.  With so much wealth in the hands of so few, and with the exclusion of so many people from the amazing success of America, did anyone believe that could go on forever?  Better to have a revolution politically, than violently.   For me, so many times when I disagreed with someone politically, I would ask them not to talk politics.  I think that was the wrong tact.  Let’s try to talk about how we feel.  I think the left has gone too far left, and the right too far right.  Let’s calmly meet in the middle.

You CAN Teach an Old Dog New Tricks

I was speaking with a friend one day and he asked me if I ever bought merchandise from Temu.  I told him I never heard of it, so he explained it was a Chinese website with extremely inexpensive items.  He said he got some great values for things he uses.  I looked it up and was shocked at some of the prices.  Of course, I knew that there is nothing in this world for anything approaching free.  Whoever is selling it to you must make a profit.  I decide it must be junk, so I did not buy anything until I saw a drone for sale, for $10.  It had a remote, a camera, and a rechargeable battery.  I figured for $10 I was more curious than anything on what they would send so I ordered it.  The risk not being too great, I saw this as an experiment. 

Two weeks later I got an email that my drone was delivered.  I eagerly went outside on my porch to get my package.  It wasn’t there.  Jumping to conclusions I figured someone stole my very “valuable” package.  I went back and read the email and realized that it was delivered by the USPS.  Could it be in my mailbox?  What package containing a drone would fit in my small mailbox.  Impossible!  But I checked anyway and there was an extremely small package sitting amongst my letters.  My $10 drone had arrived!  After opening the package, being amazed at the size of the drone, and the controller, and having trouble reading the directions, which were only in Chinese, I went to work to figure it out.  I was EXCITED.  I got it together, and lo and behold, it worked.  It took off and went up in the air, and reacted to the controller.  It was just 5 inches long, and when the propellers ran it sounded like a bee.  It had huge limitations, however, only able to go 40 feet in the air, and not too far way.  But it worked and it was fun.  I was hooked!

With my birthday approaching I decided to get myself a gift.  After careful discussions with my oldest son, Jon, my tech guru, I decided to buy the FJI Mini 4 Pro.  A good quality drone for beginners.  It has a range of 12 miles, and can go hundreds of meters in the air.  I couldn’t wait to get it so I ordered it from Best Buy and went to pick it up.  I must admit I haven’t been this excited about much of anything in very, very long time.  I brought the puppy home, went online and watched some beginner videos, and of course waited for Jon to come over to fly it.  He knows modern technology very well.  And he made me feel comfortable.  Of course, the first time I flew it out of my sight, maybe 100 yards in the air, and a half mile away, I feared it was gone for good.  Jon said to just hit the “return to start” button and it will return.  I did and it did.  It landed at my feet, in the exact position it started from, and I mean the EXACT POSITION TO THE INCH. 

I could go on and on about the amazing features built into the electronics of the drone.  (they call it an aircraft) but I won’t.  I am attaching the first real video I made.  I am so excited for the future, learning how to use it.  This will be a long learning experience, with great potential.  Also, I realize that you CAN teach an old dog new tricks and that excites me more than anything.  WHAT’S NEXT?

Would YOU put your child in a car without a car seat?

I recently started reading a book called The Anxious Generation, by Jonathan Haidt.  It’s an intelligently written book about the number one priority in our lives (or should be), our children.  After reading this book and being a grandfather of young childrenI felt driven to communicate this.  It is more than just opinion, however, if you believe in science.  But of course everyone has a right to make their decisions. 

Based on scientific studies, the fact is since 2012 depression and anxiety have been affecting children and young people far greater than any time in the past.  Their unhappiness is up, suicide rates are up, and the amount of major depression reported since 2012 is up 150% for both boys and girls.    This book ties this alarming statistic to the advent of the Smartphone, and children’s access to the internet and social media.   We’ve all been hearing for quite a while now that our children and teens are being adversely affected by social media.  That seems to be the “hook” to get people addicted to their smartphones.  Smartphones have certainly become an extension of our bodies, in a way that we could never have imagined just 10 or 15 years ago.  As adults we get to decide if we want to risk addiction to alcohol, tobacco, drugs, food, or smartphones.  But what about our children?  During their most important growth years how are they getting affected by the mostly uncontrolled use of smartphones?  Child psychologists have been telling us for years that the use of smartphones by young teens are severely hurting them.  In the book I am reading by Jonathan Haidt he says too large a percentage of teens are substituting digital relationships for actual, synchronous relationships with people in real time.  That along with the lack of what he calls unsupervised and uncontrolled play time for younger children, it is making them unprepared for adulthood, and very anxious.  I can relate to the concept of overprotectiveness that Haidt speaks of.   I can see the truth of this in how I grew up and how my children grew up. 

Since the 1990’s parents have unjustly feared children being unsupervised for any length of time.  The baby boomer generation thru the millennials (born 1980’s thru 1990’s) spent a lot of time outside playing without parental or adult supervision.  We walked far distances to school, went to playgrounds a distance from our houses and for the most part nothing negative ever became of it.  We learned when we got hurt or bothered by others how to deal with it.  Life was real for my generation.  For the last few decades we have worried so much about our children’s safety to the point that perhaps they are not getting prepared for their social future.  This plus less interaction in real time with others is not good for their psychosocial development.  So why are we not acting, individually and as a society to do something about this?  We cannot say we are not being warned.

A long time ago, in the years leading up to the 1970’s, in the age before seat belts and child car seats, thousands of children would die every year in car accidents.  Can you imagine what would happen to a small body, without being restrained, during a car crash.  It took decades to do something about it.  Statistically it was apparent that restraints were necessary for auto passengers but nothing was done until the 1970’s and beyond.  I fear that we are in that same place now, where children are being hurt by cultural acceptances, and we are paralyzed to act on it.  In the 1940’s and 50’s everyone smoked cigarettes.  During this time it was inconceivable to consider banning them or at least warning against their use.  It took lawsuits to change things, instead of common sense. 

Now everyone has a smartphone, and it is a huge part of our lives, so we are acting blind to their affects.  I hope that their use and abuse by our children will be controlled, first by their parents, but eventually by our society.  We need to wake up.  We are so afraid to hurt our children’s feelings.  According to Jonathan Haidt, in his book, the developmental timeframes would be better served if children did not get cell phones until between ages 12 and 14.  That phone should not have internet access.  The use of the wide-open internet by children should be monitored by their parents.  Isn’t that just logical?  By high school healthy development hopefully has occurred and a smartphone can be appropriate.  I know people will say that this can stigmatize a child whose friends all have smartphones.  We probably need to rethink our priorities on this decision. 

I know I am simplifying this for the sake of a quick message, so I wholeheartedly recommend this book for parents, grandparents, and any caregiver of children.  And in this case of children and smartphones let us all rethink our decisions. 

Spiritual Consciousness

Eleven years ago, I joined a 14-month program to learn about addiction and to actually become an addiction counselor.  During those wonderful months I achieved that, plus so much more. Beside having an understanding of the disease of addiction, I learned about consciousness, my mind, and how to find happiness.  This program changed my life and my perspective on the world.  So much of what I learned was from my main instructor, Pedro Pereira.  The following words are more poignant to me than anyone who knows me could imagine and they are from Pedro.

 I am blessed to share it with you.

Spiritual Consciousness

Spiritual consciousness is enlightenment.  Though achieving full enlightenment is reserved for those who wholly devote their lives to absolute union with the spirit, we too can taste this sweet nectar.

Things of the spirit challenge a mind conditioned by the material realm. It takes devotion, dedication and sacrifice to establish spiritual consciousness.

Once our practice begins, so do the rewards. These come in the form of detachment from things and outcomes. Slowly, very slowly, we begin to place more importance on living the present day. We grow our gratitude for the little gifts and for the people with whom we share them with. 

The rewards of the material realm are infrequent and can’t fulfill our insatiable desire for material well-being.  Shortly after experiencing a fleeting moment of joy; after we get the job, the promotion, the car, the partner or the house, we are filled with desire for the next fix. It takes tireless effort to experience brief moments of happiness and we never feel fully satisfied. 

We begin to experience spiritual wealth the moment we express sincere desire to live devoted to the wellbeing of ourselves and of others. The rewards are subtle but constant.  These come in the form of serenity, calmness, composure, peacefulness or self-love.

Since spiritual practice does not provide instant gratification, we quit shortly after the initial taste of its sweetness.  We are easily distracted by the quick fixes of the material realm. 

We are quick to seek help from God when in a crisis. Once the crisis is averted or overcome, we are once again diverted from spiritual practice.

Rewards of the Spirit are without glamour. They’re unseen and only experienced by the practitioner. The ultimate reward is that of growing awareness of spiritual consciousness; an understanding that we already possess the greatest gift of all; that of being a spiritual being given the opportunity of this human experience. pp🙏

Madison and “Grandfather’s” Day

Her hands were smaller than I imagined any hands could ever be.  Her feet rosy red, with toes much smaller than corn kernels.   And her face.  Oh my god.  We all thought she would look like Eric, due to the 3D pictures we saw, but no.  Her eyes, open, alive, and shining as bright as possible, are the eyes of her beautiful mother Kathryn.  Her blessings, even as a newborn, are endless.  She was born into so much love flowing from so many people.

Fully formed, and perfect in every way, my new granddaughter entered into the world and into my life.  I can honestly say that I am used to having grandchildren.  With the first two coming 8 and 10 years ago, I learned what an amazing blessing it was to be a grandfather.  Before Emma and Jake, it was only a concept.  The second they were born, a huge measure of love starting flowing from a place within myself that I didn’t even recognize.  Since they were born, I have wondered why I have such powerful feelings.  Those feelings were different than when my children were born.  Not greater, but just different.  Perhaps it was because of my past youth, my inexperience, my frenetic life, or maybe it’s just a reflection of grandparenthood. 

Well now, with the arrival of Madison, I once again get to reflect on how fortunate I am to have so many blessings in my life.  I look at this moving, breathing miracle, and I cannot believe that my miracle created 35 years ago, who found his most perfect partner, is now a father.  Our family continues to grow, and I am sure we are not finished. 

On this Father’s Day I once again feel immense gratitude for my whole family, and pray my children get to feel the joy I feel today and every day.

Thank you, Pat for your Amazing Gift

It was more than 20 years ago that we went on our first date.  I asked you if you wanted to go with me to see a play with Judith Licht about a cancer survivor.  It was a very depressing one woman play, and I have no idea why I chose that for our first date.  Perhaps, as we make most decisions today, we chose it together.  After the play we had dinner and it felt wonderful to be with you.  I hoped then, not knowing for sure what would be, that we would grow closer and closer.  But I had no idea, that on that evening, our very first date, I was receiving the greatest gift of my life.   I might not have realized it at the time, but spending my life with you was that gift. 

Our relationship grew very slowly.  We both had children who took precedence in our lives.  They were young, and of course they needed us.  We slowly spent time with our children together, slowly being the key word.  We lived in the same town, but at times weeks would go by where we didn’t see each other because we were both busy with our children.  Even though we both hoped that we would spend our future together,  we also knew that it was never just “the two of us” that we had to consider, but the seven of us.  Pat, you so easily and naturally treated my children as you did your own.  The gift that Caitlin and Gregory received the day they were born, was then bestowed upon my three sons, ages 8, 12 and 20.  Again, whether at the time they  realized it, you were that gift. 

It’s today.  We had no idea what our large family of seven would look like 24 years later.  We are now 12 (almost 13) and growing.  Pat, you have created a home for our adult children and their children, today and for the future.  A warm, central place to gather, to feel loved, and you, always there to support who ever needs it for that moment. You set the bar very high for the next generation.    As you were a surrogate parent to my children, and an amazing parent to yours, you are now the quintessential grandmother to our grandchildren. 

Now of course I am the dad.  I love my role in our growing family, but you Pat, are the center of so much good in all our lives.  You are the one who makes everything work.  From our Sunday family dinners, to our memorable celebrations which are usually at home, you are the one that makes it happen. 

I always tell anyone who would listen that I have everything I ever hoped for.  I have you to thank for that.   You are the reason for my happiness.  I always tell you that for any occasion that comes up you shouldn’t give me a gift.  It’s because you’re the only gift I want or will ever need. 

With immeasurable gratitude, I just wanted to tell you how much I appreciate you. 

I love you so much.    ALAN