I’m back in Virginia after my mid-winter vacation in Erie, PA. The six hour drive home once again gave me time for profound thoughts (How fast do spaceships fly? Do animals and people go to the same heaven? If you mix pink and blue eyeshadow, what color does it make?) and cheesy music (old school Snoop, Tom Jones, Ray Lynch).
So after 10 days with my family, I of course couldn’t escape thinking about how lucky I am to have such great parents. They woke up with Ollie at the crack of dawn to let me snooze until lunchtime and filled every minute of his day with fun activities like the Children’s Museum and trips to the appliance store (for a kid that loves buttons, this was like Xanadu). Plus, they offered endless accidental entertainment — like when I overheard my mom saying to Ollie, “What’s the doggy say? Barf Barf!” HA!
I also had to laugh at my dad’s unofficial life mantra of “Honesty is the best policy: Blunt is better!” I think everyone needs the truth in their lives and my father is just the man to tell it to them.
For instance: He likened Ollie’s insane behaviors to my own as a child and explained the only babysitter that could handle me was a woman named, Amy, who was conveniently blind and therefore able to overlook (no pun intended) my biting, pinching, and general harassing of other children. Another parent may have just said, “Oh don’t worry, this is just a phase Ollie’s going through” — but not my dad. Why skirt the issue? My son is a hellion because I was and, hey, paypacks are a bitch. Point taken.
The thing is, he’s not trying to be mean or rude. He just speaks his mind. And in a world in which everyone is babied and coddled – this kind of honestly is refreshing!