It’s here, it’s here! Yep that’s right 2012 is here! Shout it from the rooftops for all to hear! 2012 is finally here!!
What you already knew that?? I am shocked? I am not the first one to tell you that its 2012? How embarrassing…. How can this be? I am confused????? Oh that’s right, the endless party invites you received probably gave it away. Or the 48 hours of your local news counting down until the very last moment when they switched the broadcast over to Carson Daily and his motley crew of semi famous party goer’s. Oh wait; maybe it was the endless stream of News Years Eve footage from other countries, being thrown about like a frisbee on the internet for all to see! Or if you lived completely under a rock maybeeeeee it was the explosions and war zone gun fire that woke you up at 12:01am that did the trick.
Oh well either way I am still excited! 2012 is finally here! I now have twelve months to help my worry wart 11-year-old understand that just because the Mayan calender ended doesn’t mean the world is going to end on December 21st of this year. That Mayans in fact believed the end of this recorded cycle meant the planet would go through a “positive physical or spiritual change” . Now I don’t know about you but I am pretty sure the human race could use both of those things about now!
2012 also means facing a few facts that I have been avoiding. Or at the very least acting like they would never bother me.
Our 15-year-old is going to start driving this year. It wasnt a big deal before but here we are literally days away from him being able to take the permit test. As the very famous philosopher Charlie Brown once stated after having the football pulled away from him; AAAAARRRRGGGGGGG! I thought I was ready for this time-honored passage into teenage/adulthood but I am not! I already worry about every part of my kids lives everyday, I drink Mylanta the way most people would consume a chocolate shake! Slowly to avoid brain feeze and with a straw! I do breathing exercises like a fat kid staring at the biggest jelly doughnut he’s ever seen when it comes to making decisions about whether or not my kids should stay the night at someone’s house! Yet here we are in 2012 and I now feel as though this is the year I finally get my long-awaited ulcer! Dont get me wrong, out of all my kids he is the one I trust the most to take the driving test challenge and succeed…… Holy crap did I just write that, I am doomed!!!! I will need a stomach transplant when it comes to the other three! Maybe I’ll get lucky and they will pass a law that says they can’t drive till they are 18?
My soon to be 12-year-old is going to start JR. HIGH! Now that doesn’t sound like a big deal to most people, but for me it a huge deal! Heres my problem, it’s not the increased class schedule, it’s not that he will be joining kids from the other three elementary schools in the area. It’s not that he will be introduced to a larger scale of peer pressure and influence. Its none of these things that I am concerned with (ok maybe the influence thing a little). What I am concerned with the most? He is cute! Now I don’t mean your average everyday cute! Nope! I don’t mean your my kid and of course no matter how homely you really are I still think your cute because I have too, cute! This kid is downright cute, good-looking, handsome! He has big eyes, big dimples and a gigantic heartwarming smile! You know the type of smile I am talking about, the type of smile that warms a heart two sizes too small? Yeah that’s our boy! He has a following too! Where ever we go, the girls are sure to follow. He has just as many “girlfriends”as he does male counterparts. I am dreading hormones and testosterone, giggling girls and irate fathers. Late night phone calls and cell phone monitoring. The good news is he’s been raised right! He is a gentleman, he says please and thank you and he has respect for himself and others. So maybe I am overreacting and I’ll only need to start on a low dose of Zoloft by the end of the year.
As for the rest of them, no worries at all. I think???
I don’t believe in making useless New Years promises that no one can possibly keep! But I will promise to continue with my way of being a father. In 2012 I promise to continue to love my kids, be there when they need me and even when they don’t. I promise to butt into their lives on a daily basis, correct them when they are wrong and praise them when they are right! I promise that ice cream and frozen yogurt are something that no matter how broke we are, we will always be able to afford. I promise to always take their phone calls when I am at work and listen to their problems with an open mind. I promise to continue to teach them; a sense of humor will get you farther in life than determination alone. I promise to take a moment out of my day every now and again to hug and dance with my daughter. But most important of all, after spending endless hours with my children, I promise to take the time to constantly show love and affection towards my wife. Who our children become as adults is a direct reflection on how we behave as a married couple. Dont you think??
Happy New Year….