Dad Entry #103

Michael received rave reviews from friends and family in Clear Lake. He's bright, happy, fun, energetic, polite, easy-going. He eats a lot; he laughs a lot. He goes with the flow, or can be persuaded to do so after minimal grumbling. My friends Sharon and Todd agreed, "We're just really impressed with Michael; he's cool, nice, smart. He's awesome." And he's crazy about baseball right now. I'm adding that part, not Todd and Sharon :) Michael will provoke Megan occasionally, and be condescending to her - which I have zero tolerance for even if he's right and she's wrong - but I'll say here what I tell him regularly: I feel very lucky to have him for a son. I don't mention this next part to him, as we are father and son right now, first and foremost, but I look forward to the times we'll have together, out there in the future, as just adults, friends, peers, men. We'll always be father and son of course, but looking at the world together, and our family, as equals during the highs and lows we'll experience... I think it'll be great to have Michael in my corner, and to be there for him, also.

I believe most five-year-olds can grasp the basics of earning and spending (even if the federal government can't). When you earn, you get money; when you spend, you lose it. And the latter can't exceed the former (unless you're the federal government, in which case it can do so by 14 trillion). But Megan gets confused - and angry! - when dealing with more abstract and delayed monetary concepts like saving, change (money left after a purchase), currency (she thinks five ones are worth more than one five), loans ('pay me back from your piggy bank when we get home'), and decisions like 'should I buy one big thing or three small ones?!' Yes, also problems analogous to our mismanaged federal government, and I haven't even mentioned how Megan struggles with freebies yet, when I buy her a little something, my concerns about her future expectations and dependencies; more fodder for partisan pundits if the topic was politics and not my sweetheart. It's so much nicer to talk about Megan. So Sara had a garage sale. Megan sold more of her old toys than Michael; she made $21 to Michael's $14. But Sara doled Megan's out in 3 bills (a little math problem for ya!), whereas Michael got 5. A meltdown ensued. Megan insisted she was getting less, and she can be so impressively stubborn, even when dead wrong, that attempts to explain or persuade are simply hopeless. Meltdowns are rare, and then only 'Category 1' I'd say, you know, the kind that blow shingles off the roof and knock over trees, nothing serious like tossing cars and homes around. I wouldn't say my Sweetheart is super-volatile, just super-stubborn. We're working on it, but life happens and there's no better teacher.

Megan asked me, "Does Grandma love me and Michael more than you?" Funny how kids - and too many adults - like to keep score, or try to put things or understand them in this kind of order. I thought, Of course not! My mommy loves me the most! Kidding. Sort of. I should've given her the canned 'Grandma loves her kids and grandkids all the same' response. Instead, I said, "I don't know, what do you think?" Megan said, in a quieter, more compassionate tone, as if she felt sorry for me, "Yeah, I think she loves us more."