Hug Your Sister

No hugs

Dear Son,

My younger siblings hated me during high school! I was never home because I was had dance class or cheerleading or some sort of activity but I’d walk in the door at 10:30 pm and hear “Sarah did it!” My parents knew I hadn’t done it since I hadn’t been home in 15 hours but yet they’d keep trying. Now that we’re adults we get along great and they are my best friends but why can’t kids get along as teenagers?!?

I was telling you how much I love you and that I’ll miss you and simply mentioned it would be nice for you to give your sister a little extra affection while I’m gone. I say a little extra because right now the measurement would be at zero so anything would be noted improvement. I have no idea what you say to your friends about your sister but when no one is around I see how nice and caring you are towards her so I didn’t think it would be totally out of line to ask you to give her a hug but apparently I’d crossed the line. That’s literally what you said! I won’t say you got snippy about it but it was clear it wasn’t happening.

Since we have an ultra-nontraditional family; Dad’s black and Mom’s white (getting more mainstream but still not the norm), Mom travels for work – Dad doesn’t and Dad is the main caregiver; you have to be willing to bend on a few of the unwritten teenage laws.

I solemnly swear:

  • To hate my siblings and never admit to my friends that we get along
  • To argue with my parents for no reason because my hormones are out of control
  • To lock myself in my room and pretend not to be a part of the family
  • To force my parents to drop me off two blocks away from school so no one sees them and I can pretend they don’t exist

And so on.

For the most part, you are not a normal teenager yet (however I reserve the right to change that sentence at any given moment) but the first one seems to be a hard and fast rule.

I don’t know if anyone will ever be able to answer the question but; What is it about siblings?

For now and always, I love you.


Men Are From Mars

New Doc 1_1Basketball MartianDear son,

I’m sure by now you’ve heard the term men are from Mars women are from Venus but it is never been more true than in the conversation I just had with you and your dad. Not sure why but I thought it would be a good idea for you to go to basketball camp at a young age. You and your father both looked at me as if I had grown a third eye. Why is that such a strange idea? I’d think you’d want to get as much exposure to college basketball coaches and recruiters as possible.

How does it not make sense to have the coaches see you as many times as they possibly can before it’s time for you to start applying for college?  I know that I need to see someone least 4 or 5 times before I remember them, and that’s if I liked them. Don’t get me started on how hard it is to remember people that I didn’t really care about. Then there’s the whole nightmare of having to remember their name.  I’ve tried every trick in the book to try to remember names, even Lumosity.  There’s nothing on this planet that can help this drain of a brain. I still can’t remember the team mates name that we gave a ride home to, even though I see his parents at every game…but I digress.

Why wouldn’t it be a good idea for you to show your skills this year and then show how much you’ve improved by next year. That way they’ll be able to gauge how much your skills would/could grow over the next few years. You’d think they’d want to see someone who’s coachable, someone who’s still growing, somebody who hasn’t peaked at the ripe age of 14 but both you and your father insist that you need to develop more skills. I think you have plenty of skills but apparently I’m the idiot.

I’ll defer to you and your father for now because I don’t want your confidence shattered before you’ve even started but I’m not going to stand on the side lines forever; especially now that I’m actually allowed to go to the games and actually BE ON THE SIDELINES!

For now and always, I love you,


Basketball Martian