By Wyatt Earp | May 28, 2009
Last night was Erik’s graduation ceremony from his Pre-K School. It was held at the local Knights of Columbus Hall, and the missus and I were in attendance. Erik, to his complete joy, got to sit next to his “girlfriends” Michelle, Jessica, and Sarah. (Jess and Sarah are twins.) When I asked which one of the girls was his actual girlfriend, he immediately said, “All of them.” That’s my boy!
The teachers had the kids recite the Pledge of Allegiance - with “Under God,” thankfully - sing a few songs, and received their “diplomas.” In the middle of the night, the teacher (Mr. Ed) interviewed each child. Here he is with Erik:
Right after this, Mr. Ed asked Erik what he wanted to be when he grew up:
In case you couldn’t make it out, Erik wants to be a NASCAR driver. Suh-weet!
The night went very well, and we all had a great time. My mom watched Kevin and Julia. Kyle? Well, I wanted to address the Kyle issue for my blog friend.
A week or so ago, Doghouse had a post about his children. His son had a baseball game one day, while his daughter had a class outing. His wife took the daughter to the outing, his son’s coach took his son to the ballgame. He had to work late.
The son’s team won its first game that night, and Doghouse was obviously upset that he couldn’t see it. I understand completely. Why? Because the same thing happened to us last night. The wife and I were attending Erik’s graduation, but Kyle had a soccer game. His coach took him and brought him home, but even though I had the night off, I couldn’t make it because of Erik’s great day.
It happened to be Kyle’s first-ever game as the team’s new goaltender.
Kyle’s team had been laying goalie-by-committee for almost a year now. The coach wanted to groom someone to play the position on a steady basis, and Kyle - already a goalie on his street hockey team - agreed. I bought him goaltender gloves and we practiced out back for days.
So, Kyle went to his game, and when we came home from the party, he was grinning. “How did you do?,” I asked.
“Dad, I played in goal for the whole game, and we tied, 1-1. I made a bunch of saves and Coach Dave said I played really well.”
And there it is. Anyone who has been blessed with two or more children - especially active ones - knows this dilemma. We cannot be always be there for our kids all the time. Sometimes, life intervenes. It sucks, but there is usually not much you can do, save for quit your job.
The trick, from my experience, is to make as many events as you can, and get the information from the ones you missed by talking with your child. Because when it comes down to it, we all have important things in our lives . . . and every one of them pales in comparison to the tea parties, soccer games, and school graduations.
Do what you can for them. The rest will take care of itself.
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