The 300-kiloton reminder that life is precious.

A lot of people in Russia woke up this morning, ready to start their day.  I bet none of them thought they would be injured by a meteor.  So often we focus on the dangers of Earth–wars, famine, disease, crime…but we forget that there is something much larger out there–beyond our comprehension.  At the end of the day, we are at the mercy of so many things.  If it doesn’t make you wonder, then nothing ever will.

After I read about the meteor strike, I began to think about all the stupid things that bother me.  The list grew and grew.  I still came back to one thing.  Today, a meteor hit the Earth’s surface.  In an unrelated incident, a huge asteroid came close to hitting our planet.  My point is, we have no control at all over anything when it comes down to it.  We are simple specks in what otherwise is a huge universe that has control of everything.

So….relax.  Today was a great reminder that no matter how bad things are–it’s a waste of time to be angry, upset and disappointed.  You have this short time to enjoy life and make something memorable.  Take some time today to think about that.  If a 300-kiloton meteor isn’t enough to wake you up a little….

Love one another and be well! 

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Comes the blind fury.

“I have walked out in rain and back in rain” –Frost

Another day, another terrible situation for the East Coast.  My thoughts and prayers go out to everyone there.  I have friends who are just now getting back to normal after the Hurricane.  I’m sure we all know people affected.  Let’s reach out to them, give them our support and love and hope for the best.

I do hope the last 12 months have taught the major cities on the East Coast about emergency response and preparing for major events like Hurricanes and Blizzards.  The East Coast is the population mecca of America.  These storms are catastrophic because they affect so many millions of people in such a small area–not to mention the business sector which plays such a vital role in how this country runs from day to day.

We have a tendency to over-emphasize the dramatic on the news and focus less on getting information out there to the public.  (Evacuation routes, what to do when power goes out, etc.)  We need to less naming-of-storms and standing out in 90 mph winds with our rain slicker and microphone and focus more on the human element of these disasters.

These storms are getting worse and they aren’t going away.  We need to unite, work together and rebuild.  To all of you on the East Coast–get ready, hunker in and hold your loved ones tight.  We are thinking of you and praying this passes quickly and that the response is swift and effective.

Be Well.

Why we let our kids win.

I wrote this months ago when I just started on wordpress.  Since nobody read it, and I have writer’s block today, I decided to bring it back!  Enjoy.

Parents will often find themselves in contests with their children.  Today was no exception.  My daughter Kat and I put on these silly plastic discs with Velcro padding and threw a tennis ball back and forth–the object being you catch the ball with the plastic disc, w/Velcro padding.  Ok….so the stage was set for some sort of competition.  Kat, age 6, threw the ball to me and I caught it.  Grandma said, one point for daddy.  I threw the ball to Kat, she caught it…you get the idea.  The “game” turned into a contest to see who could catch the most balls.  The Mayans would be proud.

We played to ten.  The score was Daddy 8, Kat 3, before I realized I needed to suddenly become completely inept at catching things.  Why?  Because kids need to win.  I know, I know, life is a bitch and kids need to learn we can’t always come out ahead.  I don’t care.  In a situation like this, you need to let your kid win.  They need to feel victorious and they need to feel the satisfaction of beating the person who can ground them if they talk back.  More than that, they need feel like they can have something to build on.  “Maybe I CAN throw and catch better than my dad.  The next time I’ll kick his ass even more.”

The final score–Kat 10, Daddy 9.  When the final catch was made, my daughter jumped up and down like she had just won the Stanley Cup.  It was a memory I will never forget.  Kids love little victories because they aren’t little–they are huge.  Parents need to remember that.  Kids need victories to know they are capable.  Just like Santa Claus is engrained in our minds and passed down from generation to generation, “throwing” games like I did today is a ritual every parent is faced with.  And I say, “God bless the ritual.”

I will trade a loss to my child for anything in the world, because I got to see the look on her face when she realized she beat her dad.  The next time we “lace up the skates”, she will be that much stronger and confident.  For those of us lucky enough to have kids, it doesn’t get any better than that.

Let your kids win when the opportunity is appropriate.  It’s a time-honored tradition that has been passed on from generation to generation.  And it’s a good thing.

Eating chips for breakfast is another story….that is one contest Daddy will always win.  And that’s good too.

Be well.