Saturday, December 24, 2011
indonesian scrooge
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
boy blue
as I hung up the phone it occurred to me
he'd grown up just like me
my boy was just like me
and the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon
little boy blue and the man on the moon
when you comin' home son?
i don't know when, but we'll get together then son
you know we'll have a good time then
Sunday, May 22, 2011
coping parent
Saturday, May 14, 2011
shamelessly moody
Becca: Do you remember what you used to do for me when I couldn’t sleep?Hank : Dose you with opiates?
Becca: No. Look at the ocean and count mermaids.
Hank : I did do that. I’m a better father than I thought.
Thursday, April 28, 2011
minimal shaving
Sunday, April 24, 2011
crisis averted
Friday, November 19, 2010
backpacker parents
i was asked about my previous travels this week. had i done the backpacking in europe? why do i travel with a backpack now, when i can afford to pay for the five star hotel? today the cost of the holiday is more time than money. i plan trips on weeks that have holidays embedded within them, the time away from the office is much more of a challenge than the cost of the trip. the desire to carry a backpack and stay in "local" accommodations rather than yet another hilton is why this is vacation, i need to get away from the business travel environment.
but i am not the standard backpacker. i seem to have done this backwards, i delayed the backpacking until my back actually hurts from carrying the bag. travel in my 20s was restrained by the desire to pay off the loans needed to fund the parts of education i could not cover with double shifts. travel in my 30s was restrained by commitments including not taking days away because they were non-billable. travel in my 40s, well this has almost become a survival act. the reaction to an always on lifestyle and the need to be anonymous.
as i have been considering this, i have noticed the number of backpackers who are all around me this week. there is a certain flavor to the type, they are dominantly white, educated, literate and in their mid to late 20s. there are some in their thirties, but the over 40 crowd is limited. many have long histories of travel, the longest i have heard was 18 months of travel over 4 continents, with another 8 months to go before landing back in new york for a wedding. how does someone take 26 months out of their life and travel the world? i am asking that hoping how to figure it out for myself more than as a rhetorical question. where is the funding coming from? is it too late for me to be adopted by these parents?
when my older son was 10 or so, he asked me about eurail and suggested we do it together. i thought this was a great idea, one i honestly would not have come up with myself. i looked at tickets, considered the route through europe and presented the plan to his mother. the conversation ended abruptly, the trip was never taken, an opportunity was lost, one i wish i could go back and reclaim. i wonder how life would have been different if we had taken this trip. how would i be different?
as i look at the backpackers around me, i see them in the future. i see the house, and the volvo. i see the business they are running and the clients they need to keep happy. i see the children they are raising. i wonder if their spouse will also be a backpacker, or if they will be someone who orders roomservice and has never worn the same shorts for a week or shared a room with semi-strangers in a hostel.
i wonder when they will tell the children the stories of their backpacking past. i was almost 20 when i found out my father had gone to work in the caribbean for over a year. he never really told me the story other to say he had a great time. that is a side of my father i never knew existed, and i am sorry i will never know him at that time. will these parents be different? will they have pictures, blogs and facebook friends who drop in and tell the kids the story of a crazy night in thialand that mom has never mentioned? or will those memories be quietly tucked away under the adulthood that mom and dad take on? will the kids be given lectures on safety as they are carpooled from soccer to dance? will dad remember cambodia when he considers snooping in his daughters diary?
i talked to my younger son on the drive to the airport this week. i told him i was going to the mountains and hoped to piss over the border. i could hear him smiling as he laughed and called out to his mother to tell her about my plans. i could hear her adult reply to my childish plan. that made me smile.
backpacking is the 21th century version of hippy-culture. it's about the freedom to not shave, not get up in the morning, not go to bed at night if you don't want to. it doesn't matter if you smell a bit, if you have a stupid idea that you carry out or if you drink a bit too much.
what matters is that you find the time somewhere in your life to take an overnight train into the mountains, to look over the border and to know if you do want to let go, you can take a picture and share it with your children as a part of who you really are.
we are our past, and if we are really lucky, we are also our long scruffy futures.
Monday, May 18, 2009
parent trap
Susan Evers: Making a memory.
Charles McKendrick: Making a memory?
Susan Evers: All my life, when I'm quite grown-up I will always remember my grandfather and how he smelled of
[smells his jacket again] tobacco and peppermint.
Charles McKendrick: Smelled of tobacco and peppermint. [starts chuckling] Well, I'll tell you what. I take the peppermint for my indigestion and as for the tobacco [looks around to share the secret] to make your grandmother mad.
Mitch Evers: [turning to leave; deadpan] I know, you never say a word to anyone.
Monday, January 26, 2009
zoey marley
Sunday, January 25, 2009
lowered expectations
Sunday, September 07, 2008
bad santa
when i moved here i was shocked at the level of myth which is still believed. not only believed, but accepted apparently without being questioned. added to this is a level of connection to the family which is becoming uncommon outside of rural or possibly cult-like groups in the west. mature adults in asia have told me that they would not be allowed to do things like, get divorced, have a tattoo, emigrate for work or education, or even go on a weekend away because of the way their parents would feel about it. when asked how my mother felt about me moving half way around the world, her second child to do so, she said, “well, what can you do, he is going to do what he thinks is best, no matter what we say”. i smiled when i heard that, thinking my mother respected my ability to choose my life.
but i have questioned how malaysia keeps its people believing the myths, and not questioning the word or authority of their elders for so long. some adults do have lives their parents know nothing about, or may suspect but would never ask details about for fear of being told. many more than in the west simply will not act in ways which would upset their parents. they do it out of respect; and fear. they believe their parents are entitled to make decisions for them, and to be believed when they tell them what is right and wrong. this got me thinking about where this is lost in the western world.
how do our children learn to become independent of thought? how do they learn do become open and possibly vocal about their desires, when people here stay quiet and under the influence of the parents? i was thinking about my youngest son a few weeks ago, i was reflecting on his ability to manage up in his relationships with parents. this is not only me, but his mother and other parent-like replacements that are in his life. he and his siblings have learned to be read between the lines, and have a more active interaction with the adults around them.
when is the first time that our children begin to feel the ability to manage the relationships with the adults in their lives? i have decided it is the same time that they realize the adults are lying to them about things. for western children this comes during their early youth, just after entering school, when they learn from classmates that santa does not exist… the myth is broken, and the children see the conservative conspiracy that was put in place to help them continue to believe the myth. not only are the parents found to have lied to them, but grandparents, teachers, the media … almost all adults in their life are now brought into question. there is an understanding that adults lie, the same people who have taught them that lying is bad, are now found to be those lying about the things that mean the most to them.
the fact that santa is a pseudo-religious symbol, actually a saint in some but not all western countries, is not lost on the child either. this apparent crack in the façade of religion is later reinforced a few months later when the now questioning child calls the other pseudo-religious mythical holiday symbols into question… saint valentine and then the easter-bunny are the next myths to fall to this new ability to question and accept the falsity of myth. the three pseudo-religious symbols are all debunked by the child, who is quickly enlisted in the conspiracy and told they do not want to spoil it for the younger (or is it more naïve) children.
at least within the us, the remaining holidays are largely without myth. halloween, is a time for everyone to dress up, so yes it is built on deception (or extortion) but the children are let in on the secret early on and is not upset by this. although holloween could be seen as the distraction which helped to eliminate “all saints day”, which is the day after halloween, a day most american's completely ignore.
the turkey associated with thanksgiving is presented to the child crispy and ready to be eaten, so there is no lie there. other than the false fact that the pilgrims landed in pymouth… they actually landed and spent the summer months in truro. yes the pilgrims had spent their first summer in the america on the cape, just down the road from the future provincetown… a place with very little deception… my kids knew the judy garland on skates handing out fliers to the cabaret was an xy even before they knew santa was false.
so, the root of the stability malaysian society holds on standard family values is the lack of connection to the santa and easter bunny myths. malay kids have no example of parents caught red handed in conspiratorial disregard for the truth. this allows the parents to hold onto myths and reinforce them much longer than is possible in the west. without the ability to catch a parent in a lie, the child and then adult is kept in the belief of myth cycle…. (hey, it’s a theory that appears to make sense).
now… given it so clearly damages not only the family cohesion, but the ties to conservative society and belief in religion in general… we need to consider who the backers of all of these myths really are. in the secular society of the west, we realize that all three myths are truly propagated by the commercial interests of big business. selling holiday cards, candy and all things gift worthy during christmas is the post-myth acceptable relationship with these holidays. secularism is supported by the understanding that the religious backing of these holidays are if not completely false, than highly questionable.
the question of course becomes… is santa then a conspiracy within a conspiracy. the revelation that santa and his cousin myths so clearly damage the tie in the west between person and belief, turning it into a purely secular and consumer based event… is it possible that this was the sinister goal from the very beginning. is santa a patsy, a fall-guy, meant to expose the deeper myths propagated by the church and other conservative groups in the pre-enlightenment era? is the vast right-wing conspiracy of the holidays a carefully constructed and amazingly executed sinister left-wing conspiracy to expose myth in general? to teach the west that myth both in religion and family are so clearly false that even an 8 year old can see though them.
malaysia has been lucky to largely avoid this exposure by being off the radar of the consumerism of the west. but as malls expand here, and consumerism takes an ever deeper hold on the society, it is only a matter of time.
malaysian children, in order to complete in the world, will soon be the unfair target of learning, knowledge and the ability to analyze when adults are lying to them. how will the society, so clearly requiring the unquestioned belief in elders survive such a vicious and evil assault?
protect your family, your children and your society. ban bad santa.
Monday, February 25, 2008
family rules
as the kids were growing up i tried to keep a running list of family rules, the little sayings that i hoped they would carry into their adult lives. i tried to give them numbers, to show that they were real, kind of like the ten commandments. imagine the commandments if they were not numbered. they just wouldn't have the same feeling of gravitas as the "small number of commandments".
last week i was talking to a vegetarian who is going to the
the questions that came were “how many rules are there?” and “what does the order mean?”. i started making a list, i had the first five locked down but the rest were more mixed into memories of parenting. by the time i was done listing them, i realized the list was longer than i expected, i also had to reorder the list, because guilt in the food chain was not as important as the two that now go before it in the list. the following are the rules that our family has been built to live by:
- we love you, no matter what
- do what you love, the rest will come
- there is no guilt at the top of the food chain
- they always find out
- when in doubt, don’t
- safety first, fun when safe (no glove, no love)
- team, corp, god, country (family, friends, god, everyone else)
- listen, think, act, then talk
- if you need an answer now… no
- love is trust
- family means no one is left behind
- if you can’t win, change the rules
- trying hard and failing is success (failure is never trying)
- patience is a long awaited virtue
- god judges, friends help
- life is short, enjoy it
okay, so these do not have the color of my father’s sayings. they are more targeted at giving the kids something of substance to remember when they hear my voice coming out of their mouths someday. or was it to give them a voice to their conscience, solid words which they would remember from years before, maybe along with a lesson in life. number four for example went along with our oldest son running an illicit po-ke-man black-market, and using the proceeds to fund the winning of a charity fundraiser. it’s always easier to not lie when you know that “they always find out”.
the amazing thing is how often these little sayings can be used. better, i have heard the older kids use them over the past few years. knowing these sayings got through to them, and that the little man will grow up hearing them even though i am not there to say it helps.
having this list does not mean that my fathers saying were useless as teaching models. he also used to tell us “we don’t care if you’re a garbage man, as long as you are the best garbage man you can be”. that was something i carry with me everyday.
it also does not mean that we don’t have a few modernized -isms, these are little saying that the kids and i trade around a table while we are laughing. usually, someone just says it and everyone laughs, no explanation is needed, we all know the context.
- if someone asks you if you’re a god, you say YES.
- i love this plan, i’m excited to be a part of it.
- i think we've established that "ka ka" and "tukki tukki" don't work.
- ohhhhh, i hate mummies.
- no, i didn't bring it. you know why? because you said, "you won't need that man, we'll be back in a half-hour.
and finally one rule that didn’t make the list, one i was surprised to hear our daughter say on vacation last year when the little man had fallen, “unless there is a compound fracture or arterial bleeding, you’re fine”. it may sound insensitive, but when someone little has skinned a knee, sometimes it’s better to just help them get up and get moving again.
running the family with rules helps. it gives us a chance to always remember what we agree is important.
Tuesday, January 01, 2008
distant parenting
i called the kids today to say happy new year. i was sitting in a café, it was 1:30 in the afternoon and they were 30 minutes after their new year. i timed the call to allow their friends to have first shot at them as they gave each other good wishes for the year to come. but the call led to questions on my role as a parent who lives so far away and how i should act towards my kids, people i see as adults both out of choice and necessity.
my daughter sounded happy and healthy. she was laughing and playful as she answered the phone. she is known for the ability to have divergent moods, there are times when you need to access the situation before pressing a conversation. today was simple and easy. she had been playing with her friends, she said they were outside sledding in the newly fallen snow. she sounded at ease with the world.
i asked if she had been drinking, the mood was almost too good. she said she had not, but the relaxed tone of the conversation and the level of laughter would point someone with a suspicious mind in another direction. she is not a big drinker, her 7 year old brother had more alcohol on our trip to europe last year, so i am not worried. she is smart and in control of her life, she will make the right choices.
the next call was to her older, but possibly not smarter, brother. this call was harder to understand. he was driving with his friends, it was clear from the slurred words that there had been consumption. we talked for a few minutes and i told him i love him, when he loudly replied he loved me too, the car erupted with other calls of love and friendship from those around him.
the driver of the car thanked me for all the years of allowing him to snowboard on the hill that made up our front yard. as a further sign of gratitude my son’s friend promised to light up a “peace pipe” with me the next time i am back in the US. although it’s a generous offer, it is one that i have no intent of accepting. this did not stop my son from begging me to “promise to do it”.
as i recounted this to my lunch companion, the face of concern came out. how can you accept that your son is driving around at night, drinking with his friends and smoking a peace pipe? how can you be a father if he asks you do such things with him?
i tried to explain that i have no intent of being anything more than a concerned father, that for years i tried to change my kids to be the way i thought they should be, that i wanted them to be safe and to act in ways that would guarantee that. but that now, now i just want them to be happy and to talk to me. i also want them to know that i love them. being this far away, and having few chances to actively parent, i have finally taken the advice my wife used to give me.
she spent years telling me to pick my battles and to make sure the kids knew i loved them first. that’s what i try to do now, what i want to do every day. if that means i don’t tell them something dumb is dumb when i find out about it, well that’s just part of parenting from the other side of the world.
i am happy that they talk to me, that they will share with me what is really happening in their lives, and that they know i love them. if the passive approach is all i have, i will take it. it has helped me get closer to my kids, and has helped us connect more deeply than we were when i would have gotten mad at them making what i thought was a dumb choice.
allowing your children to grow up does come with the need to accept them as adults. unfortunately, or maybe it’s fortunately, our kids have just gotten there a little ahead of schedule. maybe i was also a little behind schedule, i could have taken this approach all along. having friends and family in my life, even if they are occasionally under the influence is more important to me than being in charge.
distant parenting means focusing on, i love you. of course, i always end the conversation with, be careful. parenting from any distance comes with concern as well as acceptance.
Sunday, June 24, 2007
assumptions
people do it to all the time, everyone does it to the people around them, but i wonder how closely people can come when they do this while looking at me and the people i love. If i am alone with my kids, a pre-college jock-punk, a mid-high school bohemian chick and an elementary school ball of energy; who do people think we are? when we are traveling, do people know i am a single dad? as we laugh and joke with each other, it’s clear that we are happy; do they think that’s good, given moms death? or do they look and immediately know we are divorce survivors who have found the way to stay connected, even when forces pull us apart? is all of this unclear to them and they just think mom walked away for a few minutes and expect a curly haired woman to come up to us with a big smile and natural organizational skills.
when we go out with other families, families who do not have a father, do people look at them and think we are a large and loud single unit, rather than the two smaller families who have simply thrown our lots together and move with a natural flair of people who enjoy each others company.
these are questions that are closely related to the, ”can people tell i am an american” that i play with when traveling for business. the first time this was clear to me was the 4 AM transit flight into frankfurt a few years ago. i walked into the business class lounge, before i could open my mouth the fraulein behind the desk said, “hello, can i help you?” the shock that she could identify me as an english speaker was real. my family is a mix of every respectable european country, I can easily be mistaken for irish, english, dutch or german, but somehow, I am sure, she knew I was an american. I realize it’s not shocking, i can do the same most of the time, telling the difference between germans and brits by random mannerisms and clothing, but it was clear to me that my nationality shows through in a discernable way.
i was shopping in an outdoor market a few months ago, I was looking at a buddhist bracelet, called a dzi, which channels energy and can be customized for the wearer in order to provide the energy boosts required for each person. the owner of the stall looked at me and said, “this one is for people in management, it will provide five good energies and remove four bad energies, this would be good given your job”. i had never met this person before, but he had picked me out as a manager who needed nine energies to be rechanneled. this is despite the cargo shorts, pink t-shirt and flip flops which i was sure made me look more like an aging surfer than the general manager of a company.
so now i walk with my kids, with my friends, with my co-workers, with families for which i am not an official member and i question what people think the relationships are. can people tell who and what we are just by looking at us? can they see who we are just by watching us look at and talk with each other? can they see the comfort, the passion, the commitment to each other? can they feel the pain of the histories some of us carry with us?
within the asian community there is a strong question of “what would people think”. this helps to drive the people in the community to either keep actions to those which they are comfortable with everyone knowing, or to go to great lengths to ensure no one will ever know when they act in ways that require privacy. as an american there is an assumption of privacy, as well as a lack of concern with what people think. my father taught us to say, “who gives a f--- what people think”, its our life and we can live it anyway we want to.
but the question is, when people see us leading our lives. when they see the groups, the smiles, the bumps of the shoulder, the kisses on the cheek during hello and goodbye, when they hear the mix of languages at our table, what do they think? who do they think we are?
we are a modern family, we travel, we share many things other families would keep private and we have a good time. i am almost definitely sure everyone can tell that about us.
Saturday, April 21, 2007
fatherhood
with no doubt in my mind i can say that i lead a strange and blessed life. i have children; i am a father, which is all i really ever wanted to be. i have had different jobs: lifeguard, accountant, software engineer, consultant, manager. but, the job i have enjoyed the most, missed the most when i was not doing it is father. work is simply work, it allows me provide for the family, in the past 15 years it has also let me build surrogate families which i could lead and in whom i called the staff, “the kids”. but the kids that matter to me the most are the little ones with the big eyes who bring you a toy and ask you to play with them, expecting you to say “of course” because of who you are.
i have three children from my marriage; one for which i was there at conception and birth. being there and holding my wife’s hand while she gave birth to our children was a defining goal for me as i entered adulthood. i would find a woman i loved, we would have children, we would make them from the love we shared and we would always be there for them. that is what i still want to accomplish, but the rules of the game have changed to allow me to still declare this a win.
i proposed to my wife when her daughter looked at me one night while i was tucking her in. she was beautiful with big brown eyes and a bigger loving heart. she asked me, “will you marry my mommy and be my daddy?” there was nothing more in the world that i wanted, or that i thought would make me happy. i married the woman i loved and i ended up with three kids, all of whom i love equally, all of whom call me dad.
there are men in this world who walk away from their children. some live 20 minutes away and never see the kids. they may be too busy, or too angry, to pick up the phone and see how the kids are doing. they don’t want to bump into the new man in mom’s life or they simply never had the interest in the kids in the first place. many have the ability to blame the wife for all the things that poisoned the relationship and have caused them to not see the kids. you find these men starting over, starting new families and saying this time will be different. do any of these men see themselves as bad fathers? do they take responsibility for the tears the children shed?
fatherhood is the small moments. it’s taking the time to get out of the chair and to teach the kids to swim. it’s taking the training wheels off the bike and telling them its okay to fall, as long as you get back up again and keep trying. it’s cleaning a scrape out and holding them until they stop crying. it’s taking them to the window and laughing at the lightening that has them scared; making a game of it so they are never scared again. it’s keeping in mind the big picture and picking your battles, its staying relaxed when they have your frustrated, its laughing when you could otherwise be upset. its making sure they know there is nothing in the world more important to you than they are.
fatherhood is taking a picture as you drive fast down the highway, to digitally capture the sun shimmering on the wind blown hair of your daughter, or waking up in the middle of the night on the couch with your head touching your son’s head. it’s lighting a fire in the back yard and letting the kids play in the dirt until they are exhausted. it’s taking time from your writing to give your kid a hug, just because he needs one.
the most important part of fatherhood is to be able to love their mother. it doesn’t matter what happened in the relationship. kids need to know they were made from love. they need to know that the two people they love the most are willing to put any other issues aside for them. this is the difference between a man and a father. fathers put the kids first, always.
i am not the dictionary definition people think of when they think of a father. i live half a world away, i stay connected via the internet, but i love my kids with all my heart. fatherhood is the only job i will ever define myself by. my bonus is the hugs and smiles i get from the kids. life is good, good because i have kids in my life who love me.

