Tip Off Dinner

Dear Son,

Today was the first fundraiser for the basketball team.  The coach organized a spaghetti dinner in which each kid was assigned 10 tickets to sell for $15 each, which any parent knows really means…buy 10 tickets and see if you can get some of your friends to show up.

I’m going to put this question out there again for everyone. Wouldn’t it be a lot easier to just calculate how much money you’re going to need for the season, divide it up amongst the team members and ask them to write a check?  I understand that not every family has an extra few hundred dollars around but how about we let them find a sponsor for their own kid and the rest of us can just go about our day?  Or how about this, each parent who can afford a little more than their share will donate a little extra to the pot.

I’d much rather do that than have a plate of cold, really mediocre spaghetti that cost my family $150.00 because our friends were able to attend (and I really don’t blame them).  But I haven’t even mentioned the best part of the dinner.  The reason the coach did this dinner was because this is an annual thing for him and it’s always a great money maker.

Well let me tell you why it’s a money maker.

  1. The portions weren’t enough to fill my 11 year old daughter
  2. There weren’t enough plates to serve everyone who attended
  3. There weren’t enough forks for everyone to eat

You collect money to serve 200 people and then serve 150, how do you not make money?

It’s not a great start to the year but I hope to change that if I could ever get approval from the school to actually implement some of my ideas.

For now and always, I Love You,


Teenage Logic

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Dear Son,

I would be very excited to know how teenage logic works because today I got a text to pick you up at a specific spot. However, when I got there, you were not there yet I’m the one at fault.

Can anyone tell me if they have deciphered the code to teenage logic? Here’s what happened today. I got a text from my son telling me he is done with basketball practice and he would like me to pick him up at the Chevron Station convenience store next to school. Like the dutiful slave that I am, I grabbed my keys and walked out the door. I got to the Chevron station but there was no child to be had. After several failed attempts to call my son’s cell phone (which he has for this exact reason although he seems to have forgotten that), he’s finally calls me. When I ask where he is, he begins to yell at me. He has gone back to school to see if I’m there. Now why on earth would I pick him up at school when the text said very specifically to pick him up at the gas station?

His reasoning for getting upset with me is that I never have my phone so he assumed that I had not seen the text and went to school to pick him up there. Now granted, I should have replied to the text saying that I was on my way and I conceded that point. But here’s the kicker: if I never have my phone, why did you text me and not call the home phone? It seems much easier and more direct to simply call the house and ask for a ride home. There is no confusion or potential for miscommunication. One call, one conversation, one child in my car. Done deal.

If anyone has the answer to this phenomenon, I would love to hear it.

For now and always, I Love You Infinity,



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Dear Son,

Last week I was afraid that I’d lost you forever to the nightmare that is “teenager” but this week you redeemed yourself. I’m still not allowed to go to most of your games yet but Dad was there and he reveled in what a great team mate you were today.

Sunday- game day.  You woke up not feeling great but knowing that the team was going to be short-handed if you didn’t show up so you pulled it together and went to the game.  However, you didn’t just show up and put in your time. No, no, no.  Like the disciplined athlete that you are, you put up more points than you have all year and had several assists and rebounds as well.

That’s all well and good but what I’m really proud of you for is the fact that even though you didn’t feel well you still took it upon yourself to keep the other kids motivated while you team was getting your butts handed to you by your opponents.  Constantly encouraging them when they made good plays and congratulating them when they made their shots whether they went in or not.

The best part of you as an athlete is that as you grow as a player, you also grow as a man. You have the natural gift of empathy and that translates to leadership without imposition. To encourage your fellow players and make them feel good about themselves is your strength and I hope you never lose that. When you look at the greatest players of all time, one of the things they have in common is the ability to make their teammates better. I know that your middle school friends felt and appreciated how you brought them along with you through your leadership.

For this I am proud and always will be.

For now and always, I Love You Infinity,



Your 14 Came Out

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Dear Son,

Today you’re 14 came out.

You know how even though you know something’s coming, you’re still not prepared? That’s what happened to me today.  It was so sudden, just like lightning. BAM! There it was. Your 14 came out.  Right there at the dining room table for the whole family to see. Today right in the middle of a conversation, you turned into a teenager. Before I knew what was happening, you did it.  And you did it right before my very eyes! I could see it coming but I was powerless to stop it.

My siblings warned me about the teenage years but I like obnoxious parent I insisted it would never happen to me. Until now my arrogant response has always been, “He’s such a good kid” or “We never have that problem with him.” However, today, while I was minding my own business and trying to have a regular conversation, you turned into a teenager.

I, the unknowing adult, thought I had asked a very simple question. You, the all-knowing teenager, treated me as if I had just asked you to sever your own head. I understand that teenagers have their own language and assume that everybody speaks the same dialect but what I don’t understand is how I’m supposed to keep up.

In this digital age when you kids are watching TV, playing on your iPad, computer and video games all at the same time, you forget that conversations don’t follow that same pattern. This ADD generation can’t stay on topic long enough to finish a conversation. While you’ve moved on to your next thought I’m still trying to figure out if you answered the question. By the way, yelling and screaming at me won’t help and the attitude and eye roll really only make things worse.

I don’t remember doing this to my parents but I’m sure I did and therefore I’m sure I’m getting everything I deserve.

For now and always, I Love You Infinity,