Last ski season, I had a pretty bad accident. I like to go in the half-pipe, and on my 13th time, on Memorial Day, I dropped in and the next thing I remember is waking up in the ski sled/gurney with a ski patrolman putting fingers in front of my face and asking "how many?"
I went skiing this winter break and had a wonderful time. However, I couldn't get over the hypocrisy I often witnessed with parents and their kids.
A visit to my best friend's new spectacular home brought out the little green monster. And for once, I could actually empathize with my teen son.
So, my first wedding anniversary is right after Christmas, and my wife and I will be on separate continents. Opening a bottle of champagne with my 16-year-old and his girlfriend is not quite the same as being with my wife.
When I rescued an 80-pound black dog from the pound, I had no idea of the adventures (and mishaps) man's best friend would give me.
I actually think we're a perfect match and I thank G*d for my good fortune in meeting her, having her actually like and eventually marry me ... but good grief, do I do anything right in her eyes?
In a blended family (like mine), it's understandable that we would argue about how to raise the kids. Especially since my wife has never really had a meaningful interaction with children besides my own.
When I coached my young son's coach-pitch baseball league, I was told at the end of the season to get trophies for everyone, including myself. Instead of enhancing self-esteem, the truth is, this just diminishes any one child's actual accomplishments.