Dad Entry #108

I’m in China again, just arrived, I'm in the backseat of a car leaving the airport as I type this. It’s 4:04 AM my time, 5:04 PM local. PM, just to be clear; night is day and day is night now. I’m bleary-eyed but ready for that tug-of-war with jet lag (commanding myself to 'stay awake' late in the day and then the seemingly contradictory order to 'go back to sleep' when I awake hyper-alert at 3 AM). No big deal. My driver is always able to hail me among the throng of arriving passengers departing customs, which is bordered by another mob hugging the cordoned-off exit-way. It’s pretty chaotic; I would never spot him, but he does me – every time – maybe because, like Michael and Megan, I’m tall for my age :) In China, at least, I'm a head taller than most, except for the big German dudes and UK'ers I run into, or the shady Russian 'businessmen', or the Danish oil-drillers. Nice guys, all, to be honest. It’s Monday. I spent the last five nights and every weekend minute with the kids, and in some ways our patience for each other was thinning; once or twice I felt a hint of eagerness to hand them over 100% to Sara – for two weeks – and maybe I even felt a stab of guilt, or pity for her, knowing she’s gotta do it all by herself for that extended period. Am I actually recording these thoughts? I think I'm being too honest. It’s my 6th or 7th trip to China in recent years. So I know it goes by fast, I'll be able to snuggle Megan again soon. And I should clarify about the kids over the weekend; they were mostly great and we had a blast, and, well, there are always things I could've planned and communicated better, there is always some disharmony, drama, bickering, fighting because of my decisions. Apparently I forget how much the other will protest if I let Megan pick the restaurant or Michael pick the show we'll watch. Michael's friend joined us for a while but we didn't include one of Megan's. Problem! Making trades for 'a player to be named later' never works with kids; making promises for 'next time' fall flat. Little attitudes flare, and need dousing, like the kitchen fire I, uh, experienced in the condo a few weeks ago. Anyway, next thing I know I’m getting off a plane on the other side of the world, and I see little Chinese kids - just like mine, with bright eyes and perfect skin and silly t-shirts – and that eagerness and pity I admitted earlier is turned on its head, flip-flopped, I’m eager to see my kids again asap and I pity myself now, not Sara. Of course, I should pity no one. Except for maybe everyone in our country for the recent unprecedented, unsustainable greedy nonsense perpetrated by big banks, Wall Street, politicians, the American media, realtors-and-mortgage-brokers-and-everyone-else-who-encouraged-people-with-no-money-to-'buy'-huge-homes, etc. etc. I really think we’re in uncharted territory as a country; the American dream is suddenly all about profit, possession, re-election, entertainment, instant gratification. As Americans, our freedoms are awesome and unmatched; impressively conceived and earned and protected. And that's only one of many reasons I'm grateful to be an American. But... we could use a little attitude adjustment - as a nation, in my humble opinion - when it comes to certain expectations, appetites, entitlements, excesses, distortions. Can you tell I’m sleep-deprived and crabby? I hope we can make some tough decisions and sacrifices as a country and fix things. My children are only 5 and 8 years old as I write this – their whole lives ahead of them – and I’m concerned. Sorry I digressed…. Back to the commentary about missing the kids, my mom always calls after we leave Minneapolis or they leave Chicago, and the traveling party is home safely, and my mom will say over the phone, “I miss you guys!” I know; it’s go, go, go when we’re together, and there’s a nice sigh or deep breath when we separate, but then… we miss each other!

Now on to more serious matters: in a discussion over the phone I realized Michael now places everyone into one of two buckets. It’s a very critical and revealing thing. Bucket one or bucket two? And sometimes the bucketizing process is difficult, not always clean, precise, easy to understand. Michael can be frustrated by things - statements, situations, and in this case, allegiances - that are imprecise or unclear, not to mention wavering or dispassionate. Case in point: Cassie and Georgie, Megan's twin kindergarten classmates. Michael said they're Sox fans. Gasp! How can this be?! They're so young and innocent, and precocious... and yet they're in bucket number two! But Michael's certain their dad, Chris, is a Cubs fan. Is this a family divided? Confused? Were Cassie and Georgie bamboozled by cruel or ignorant schoolmates? Who knows. And Megan, she changes buckets regularly, just to annoy Michael I’m sure. When I’m around, she's a proud Cubs fan. She doesn't eat otherwise. But Michael insists she has traitorous moments. Maybe she spouts off about how awesome Konerko is. If so, she has a point (Michael and I both respect Konerko). But there were so many Sox fans at a party Michael went to recently that he remarked, “It was a disaster.” That’s my boy!