I’ll never forget how mad I was this day in 1961. Our mom was at the hospital getting a new baby. I wanted a sister. I already had two brothers. One older, one younger. I thought it was time for a sister. My friends all had at least one. Why couldn’t I have one?
I vividly remember getting ready for school, Grandpa Jewell would drive us to school. We spent the night at his house because our dad was at the hospital with Mom. I’ll never standing in Grandma’s kitchen, next to the sin, and our dad came through their door and said, “Mom had a boy. You have a new brother!” My eyes immediately filled with tears. I turned around and walked fast up the stairs to the bathroom. I cried it all out. My older brother was happy, my younger brother Steve didn’t understand yet, and I was devastated. I got over it when Mom brought this creature home. Sort of.
There is always something about babies. Many people love them. Many people don’t. It’s all good. I happen to love them. Over the years I helped Mom with the creature and learned to entertain him while she was busy. Dad worked nights, so we had a very different schedule and home life than anyone else we knew. Timothy Michael and I became friends. Best friends. We can count on each other. It’s a wonderful relationship. I’m blessed. He’s blessed.
Like many kids of the 60’s and 70’s, Tim had some moments of bad behavior. He has learned from them and made amends. He was married to his kindergarten sweetheart from 1996 until she passed away from cancer. He’s a widower now. I’m sad she is gone, because she was a sister to me. It was a role I didn’t know enough about for a long time. Laura had a beautiful heart and she loved my brother deeply. I know he loved her the same. He was a wonderful caregiver for her.
Time has passed and we still miss her. One day, I know, he will meet someone again and have a beautiful rest of the story with her. It just takes time for things to be right. Tim and I laugh about a lot of things, and we have each other’s backs. Our dad is proud of him, I know. Tim changed his life from what it was in the 80s to what it is now. And now it’s good. He’s kind, generous, caring, a hard worker, a good friend, an honest man, and lives up to what Dad told me about Tim before he died, “Tim’s going to be ok.” Yes, yes he is.
This is a great day to celebrate birthdays, anniversaries, milestones, and life in general. I love Tim’s positivity, and the fact he can laugh when he’s rather be grumpy. There are so many ways he reminds me of our dad. In all the good ways. I know Dad’s smiling on you, Tim. He knew before any of us that you would be the good man you are. Happy Birthday! Love you. And thanks. Because of you, I always had my own room!
Thank you for reading today, I appreciate it. Hope you will stop back again tomorrow, so we can visit again. I’ll be here.
Yesterday, after I wrote awhile and the Babe was finished with the Honor Guard after a veterans funeral, he called for me to meet him at Addy’s in Elkhorn for lunch. It was closer to 2 p.m. and we were starved! Usually on Saturday there is a tournament of some sort, soccer, basketball, volleyball, etc. and the parents take kids to Addy’s to eat. No problem. We love kids. All ages. That said, we also believe there is appropriate behavior expected in public places like restaurants from children who are eight years and up. You would expect them to sit at their table and talk, play video games, and you would expect their parents to enforce some sort of rules for when they are in public. Not so yesterday.
We just received our food and started to eat. These kids started running (yes, running) between the tables, over to the game machines, and weaving all around the tables. There was not much room, and there were people eating at many of the tables, ours being one of them. Nothing from the parents. They didn’t look up from their beverages or anything. OK. The kids then started yelling loud like they were in a game or on a playground. Ten boys and one girl. The little girl was probably seven or eight, one boy was probably two years old. The little girl was in charge of the little boy. All the other boys were at least ten years old or very close to it. Old enough to know better.
A boy yelled out “all the boys to the bathroom,” and all nine of them ran into the men’s room. The servers were trying to do their work, and were concerned the little girl went into the men’s room too. She didn’t. The baby did, though. All nine boys ran back out and to the machine that mimics deer hunting. They picked up the rifles and turned around with them, pretending to shoot the crowd. Yes. I am not anti-gun. I am for teaching children the proper way to handle firearms when they are old enough. Did a parent correct anyone? No. Even when my little brothers played cops & robbers or cowboys, our parents always told us never point a gun, a toy gun, a nerf gun, at anyone. Period!
Cue all eleven kids now, and they ran up to the digital jukebox, and five of them pounded on it with their fists. Any correction? No. They kept doing that until they all decided to run around all the tables again. All in different directions. By then the Babe went to the restroom. While I was looking at my phone, a boy approached the chair the Babe left out a little bit, put his foot on the seat, and jumped over, landing right next to me. All I could say was, “What in the hell?” Another diner looked at me and shook his head. By then, the waitstaff were all watching these kids, waiting for a reprimand. Was there one? No, not at all.
I’m always ready to give someone the benefit of the doubt. Especially kids. But these kids were so out of line in so very may aspects of their bad behavior it isn’t even funny. I know kids have excess energy. The place to expel it is not in a restaurant. I know kids get excited and forget sometimes. Again, the place to forget is not in a restaurant. Most kids know the difference between appropriate behavior and inappropriate behavior by the time they are eight or nine. We had to know the difference much younger. Like about four or five. They appeared to have no control over anything. Their parents certainly didn’t. I would hate to have these kids in a classroom. Or try to coach them. I hope they learn very soon how to control themselves. There could be consequences. I hope there would be some from the parents. Letting them run wild is never appropriate. If you child is autistic, ADD or ADHD, they can still learn to exhibit appropriate behavior. Someone has to be the grown up and let them know what they’re doing isn’t right. And please, parents, do it soon. You may end up with a real problem child on your hands before you know it. Boundaries. Set them. Enforce them. You will be sorry if you don’t. I have seen it happen before.
I know, I know. Get off the Babe’s lawn, too. Other diners should not have had to put up with this while they were out paying for a meal, even at a sports bar. The End.
What will March bring for us? I hope reasonable moisture. Not a driving, torrential rain, but nice showers. That don’t make too much mud in the yard, so that the dogs track it in everywhere. It would be most appreciated. March is a special month for our family. On the 3rd is my youngest brother’s birthday. On the 14th is our beautiful granddaughter Kayla’s birthday. She will be two. How the time flies! Hope we get to see her soon, it’s been awhile. Her parents don’t allow photos on FB or in my blog, otherwise I’d post a pic of her. She’s so sweet. On the 19th is both our daughter in law’s birthday (in Maryland) AND our son in law’s birthday (in Colorado). Lots of celebrating and happiness all around.
Spring training is ongoing in MLB. The Cubs have put Kris Bryant in as lead off batter; a slight promotion in the ranks, he was the second batter before. Have fun watching your favorite teams. My very favorite is our grandson Gavin’s. He is playing in a higher age group, more appropriate for his skillset. He will have to pay attention to keep up, and that’s a good thing. He was surrounded by kids before that played in the dirt, goofed off, and naturally he would do the same thing. It’s going to be fun to see how he does. And his Daddy is helping coach. I’ve looked forward to watching him, too. He was a heckuva player. I didn’t know him during high school, so I missed out on watching him.
As I get ready to work on another chapter or two today, make sure your get outside and enjoy the nice day. In March you never know when it’ll be bad so enjoy the good days. Blizzards happen now and in April but they melt quickly. Thank you for reading, comment and like if you will, please. I appreciate your support and will see you again tomorrow. I’ll sure be here.