My Son: Abusive Spouse In Training
My son has perfected a new technique that he thinks will get him out of trouble. When he finds himself in a compromising position, where he knows that he is about to be scolded, put in a time-out, or otherwise reprimanded, he looks up at me and says in the most heartfelt, earnest way “I love you.”
He has variations on the tactic, as well. Sometimes, he offers “You’re my best friend.” In other instances, it’s “You’re the best da-da.” In any case, he is becoming the master of emotional manipulation. Not bad for someone about to turn three.
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About This Blog
In Thornton Wilder’s play Our Town, the central character dies an early death. Emily is given the chance to revisit a day of her life and is advised by those in the afterlife to pick an ordinary day, warning her that she might be overcome otherwise. Still, Emily is overwhelmed with emotion as she recognizes how wonderful the everyday details of her existence were. Her daily routine takes on new significance now that it is gone. Through her tears, she asks:
Do any human beings ever realize life while they live it– every, every minute?
With this blog, I am trying to fully “realize” my life by documenting the things that I love. I want to appreciate and examine my past and present, as well as plan actively for the future.
I hope to accentuate the positive in my life and in the world around me, with the hope that by focusing on the positive, I will draw more positive elements into my life. Or, at least, realize all of the blessings that I do have.
Bob, the author of this blog, is a 33 year old husband, father, son, teacher, Christian, and liberal.
