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My daughter’s going through a “nasty stage”?

I just don't careI’m still a little rattled about not being called on Father’s Day by my daughter.

For those not in the know, the Rugrat lives in Ontario and I only get to see her a couple of times each year (normally once in the summer and once in the winter).  She just turned 10 in January and has been having a pretty rough time this year making friends at a new school and (seemingly) going through an early puberty.

So after waiting until Monday night to see if she would call, I sent an email to her mom on Tuesday morning.  I told her how hurt I was and basically put it all out there.

I’m hurt…I’m missing her like crazy…I’m constantly regretting ever agreeing to let her move…I’m sad…I’m confused.  I explained why I felt the way I felt and that I wasn’t sure where Rugrat’s head was, so that made me question myself as a father.

Here is the (lengthy) response:

Todd, I totally understand what you are saying.

Let me just tell you that you are not alone. Rugrat did not say Happy Father’s Day to (CBG edit: her stepfather…to be known going forward as Steps) or give him anything, either.  She decided not to stay home for the majority of the day. We did not even see her for the most part.  I let her go to her friends for a sleep over on Sat. and told her that she was to be home early in the morning because it was Father’s Day and we all wanted to do something together. She did not come home until a little after lunch……Steps told me to just let her do what she wants because he was hurt as well and did not want to make her stay home because that would make him feel that the only reason she was with us was because we made her.

I call it her ” You just don’t care” stage. Just to confirm with you that I did bring it to her attention that she should have called you. I know that it probably hurts 10 times more than Steps because you are so far away. The only thing that I can say to both of you is this is one of those “nasty” stages in growing up that we all need to try to deal with and hope it passes as quick as possible. I feel really bad that all these things are getting to you the way that they are.

I hope you know that Rugrat is not mad at you for anything at all, she is not upset with you, or anything along those lines.  If it helps….she did not say Happy Mother’s Day to me either, nor did I get anything.  However, Steps did make her stay home for awhile so we could all go out, and I did feel bad because I did feel like she was there, not because she wanted to but because she was made to.

Not to try to turn this around and make this all about me but I hope that you and Steps both realize that I am stuck in the middle of this circle.  Because I feel bad and guilty for you…..and then for Steps….and then I feel bad for myself.  I try so hard to make things better and to try to make everyone happy, so no one has to feel the way you are feeling right now.  I totally understand why you two come to me first though, that is perfectly understandable, I am glad that you do.  This “stage” is so hard because it makes me realize that I cannot be her friend, I have to be her mom.

Again Todd, I am so sorry for the way you are feeling. If you would like me to talk to her about this and the way you are feeling I will do that for you. Just know that Rugrat loves you very much.  Right now, in her eyes, her friends need to come first.

I hope that you are not upset with me as I need you as well on my side, for all these nasty “stages” that she is going to be going through.

I gotta be honest…I’m not sure how to digest this.  Her and I get along well and have always been really good at keeping each other informed on how Rugrat’s doing and what she’s going through.  So if this is her interpretation of events, then I believe her.

Rugrat...growing up too fast?

Rugrat...growing up too fast?

But should I push things?  Should I stress her job as Rugrat’s mom to “force” her to call me or to arrange a phone schedule?  I mean, the last thing I want to do is have Rugrat resent me or roll her eyes thinking…“Jeez…my DAD is on the phone AGAIN.”

The whole thing just breaks my heart, though.  I’m CERTAIN that in Rugrat’s eyes, she’s just enjoying the summer and everything’s fine.  But it hurts…ESPECIALLY knowing (sit down for this one) that she won’t be coming to visit this summer.

Yeah…I know.

Due to financial restrictions (it’s her mom’s turn to pay for the trip), Rugrat won’t be able to come visit for a couple of weeks like she normally does.  Yes, it really sucks.  REALLY sucks.  I’ve had a few weeks to digest the news so I’m not as hurt or angry as I was initially, but Father’s Day just increased those feelings again.

She’ll be spending Christmas with me…which is awesome.  I just saw her in March for two weeks…which was fantastic.  I need to emphasize the positive aspects and try to not stress the negatives.

She’s 10.  I just don’t know what to do right now.  Do I push the issue?  Do I let her enjoy her summer now that she’s finally found friends after an entire school year of feeling isolated and on the outside looking in?

When I was her age my parents made me go to church every Sunday.  It got to the point that I didn’t want to go to church anymore (and I still don’t go to this day).  I don’t want to force her to call me.  I want her to WANT to talk to me.

So do I just put on a brave face and let her come to me when she’s ready?


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10 Honest Things

Honest Scrap awardI was going through my Google Reader after Sunshine left yesterday and found that one of my favorite bloggers, Morgan at ModernMarriedMomma, had tagged me for an “award”.

This is the first time I’ve ever been given an “award” like this so it’s pretty cool.  Of course, I’ve been nominated for Hottest Daddy Blogger (c’mon and vote!!) but I’ve never been given one of these ‘blog memes’ before…so I figure I might as well give it a shot, right?

So then I read the description of what this award is all about:

“The Honest Scrap award is given by other bloggers who consider a blog’s content or design to be brilliant.  The awardee must then post ten honest things about themselves and pass the award on to other bloggers who fit the bill – in other words, whose blog is brilliant.”

I’m very flattered, for sure.  I very much appreciate Morgan thinking my blog’s content and/or design is “brilliant” in any way, shape, or form.  I then looked at her list and figured out what I wanted to do with mine.

So without further adu, here are my 10 Honest Things:

  1. I was a club DJ between 1991 and 1999. Also during that time, I was a DJ (and even program director for six months) on my university’s radio station.  In fact, my dream was to always become a radio DJ…except I had a chance to go to university on my dad’s dime as long as I took business, so that’s the road I took.
  2. Where I finally got my degree

    Where I finally got my degree

  3. It took me 8 years to get my 4-year university degree. I’ll be the first to admit that I was extremely immature during my younger years, and I was kicked out of two different universities for having low GPA’s.  Kudos to my dad for continuing to dish out money until I finally smartened up and finished my Bachelor of Commerce degree.
  4. I’ve got two younger siblings…sort of. I’ve got an adopted sister who is five years younger than I am.  She and I have NEVER been close…nor will we.  Her first-born son ended up being adopted by my parents when she f*cked off as a teenager.  So, technically, my nephew is now my younger brother.  Because of our age difference, we’re also not very close.
  5. I’ve got two amazingly large fears: spiders and heights. I don’t think I’ll ever get over my arachnophobia, but I’m doing whatever I can to overcome my fear of heights by attacking those fears head-on.  Up next?  Tree-Go, I think.
  6. Hey...it was the early 80's!

    Hey...it was the early 80's!

    I used to play the organ as a kid. In fact, I was even given an award for being so good at age 10 (or thereabouts).  I told Sunshine over the weekend that I played the organ over the weekend and she laughed.  Is it really so lame?  I mean, considering it was the early 80′s and all.  LOL…yeah…it is.

  7. I’m drifting away from “normal television”. In other words, I’m a reality junkie.  And it’s not just stuff like Survivor or Big Brother, either.  I only watch a few “normal” television shows like CSI and House.  Everything else is Deadliest Catch or Cities Of The Underworld or Ghost Hunters or “classics” like American Idol or The Amazing Race.  I don’t know why, but scripted television rarely grabs my attention anymore.  There’s just something about life that is much more interesting to me.
  8. If I don’t make my bed or shower every day, I feel guilty. Maybe that makes me a nerd…maybe that makes me “normal”.  I dunno.  I’m not an overly clean guy (i.e. NOT a neat-freak), so these two habits seem a bit odd to me…but necessary, nonetheless.
  9. Even if you DID pick me out of this picture, I would never admit to it.

    Even if you DID pick me out of this picture, I would never admit to it.

    I got my online username from an insult during a high school pageant. See, my dad ran a pizza restaurant for about 20 years.  During much of this time, I worked for him (started as a dish washer while in  high school and finishing up as manager just nine years ago). In tenth grade, I was entered into the high school pageant as “Junior Prince”.  When I walked out in my “casual dress” outfit of sweater and khakis, I heard a few catcalls of “Pizza Joe”!!  It was a dual insult: “pizza-face” because of my acne and “Joe” because that’s my dad’s name.  As time went on, I just ran with it.  To this day, my really good friends from my hometown still call me “ZAH”, which is my online username.

  10. The "PIZZAH"-mobile: circa 1989

    The "PIZZAH"-mobile: circa 1989

    I had a (very pathetically cheesy) personalized license plate in high school. In an ongoing effort to “get over” my nickname, I had a personalized plate on my 1989 Pontiac Sunbird that said  ”PIZZAH”.  I liked it so much that I even kept it on the car during my first year of university.  Looking back, it was a horribly embarrassing thing to do.

  11. Before becoming a blogger, I led a “secret online life”. I’ll admit it here…I was a writing for a wrestling website.  Yes…”professional wrestling”.  Long story short, I became a fan of wrestling in the very late 70′s and was hooked around 1985 when WWF became syndicated across the globe.  In 2005, whether because I was searching for something I wasn’t getting in my ‘real’ life or because I just needed an outlet for my creativity, I started writing for a website called the Pro Wrestling Torch (trust me…you do NOT want a link).  WorldWrestlingInsanityAfter a very brief stint there, I was asked to write for a site called World Wrestling Insanity (the name for the website was because the webmaster had written a book under the same name) under my online username, ZAH (i.e. the same username I took from my high school years). I wrote for the website and provided downloadable audio programs for over three years.  I quit in February of this year because I just felt like I didn’t have the desire to write about, talk about, or even watch wrestling anymore.  Maybe I grew up…maybe I burned myself out…maybe I just found my blog to be a much more fulfilling form of creative outlet.  Whatever the reason, “ZAH” is no longer an active writer but Canadian Bald Guy is alive and well.

Whew!  I feel cleansed.  Or something.  Whatever…it’s now time to pass this award on.  Here are the bloggers that I’d like to pass the Honest Scrap Award along to:


It’s all about “The Notebook”…

The NotebookSigh…

I remember seeing The Notebook at a drive-in movie theatre with The Ex a few years back.

At that time, I thought that the movie was pure drivel.  I thought it was a piece of crap purely designed to make somebody cry.  All style, no substance.

I now stand corrected.

The perfect date (heh)

The perfect date (heh)

Yesterday Sunshine did something that she never thought she’d do…watch Star Wars with me.

I need to stress that she had ZERO desire to watch it and had put it off for years (in fact, she had even faked crying with a previous boyfriend in an attempt to get out of watching it…true story).  But because she loves me (a lot, apparently…lol), she agreed to watch it with an open mind.

She didn’t hate it.

And I’ll take that answer and run.  In fact, I had one of the biggest laughs I’ve ever had with her when…near the end of the movie during a battle scene…a joke popped into our head that totally provided an “us” moment…

BIGGS: “Luke…at that speed do you think you can pull out in time?”

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Anyhoo…

In return for her having to watch Princess Leia’s buns for two hours, I had to watch The Notebook with her.  I was extremely resistant at first…but decided it was really the “fair” thing to do.

Why resistant?  Well…as I mentioned, when I watched it originally I thought it was a boring chick-flick whose sole purpose was to not entertain but to make somebody cry…and I’ve got little respect for movies like that.

I mean, if one cries because of the natural flow of a storyline, then I totally get that (for example, the movie Titanic…umm…or at least so I’ve been told…).  But when a movie is specifically designed to force an emotional response like that (much like a bad comedy trying to force laughs out of you), I immediately get turned off by it.

But this time I wanted to keep an open mind.  I went into it forgetting much of what had happened previously.  I made some jokes at the beginning…made sarcastic comments throughout…and then found myself getting more and more into the characters.

James Garner & Gena Rowlands

James Garner & Gena Rowlands

Although I should clarify that I wasn’t so much into the young characters played by Ryan Gosling and Rachel McAdams, but by the older versions of the characters played by James Gardner and Gena Rowlands.

What really got to me was the thought of two people living their entire lives in love with each other.  The thought that Noah would give up his life to spend each and every day attempting to get five minutes of love from a memory-less Allie, who is suffering from dimentia, was inspiring.

Maybe that’s not the “manly man” thing to say, but I don’t care.  I want a love like that. I want to be with a woman who I love so much that I’m willing to give up all other aspects of my life just to get five minutes of memory a day…just five minutes with her, the woman I love.

Is Sunshine that person?  I could play it all cool and collected and say “I’m not really sure”, but I don’t think that would be me being 100% honest.

I’m 37 in September…I’ve been around the block once or twice…I’ve been married and separated.

I’d like to think I know what real love is.

My Sunshine

My Sunshine

How I feel with Sunshine…how our personalities intertwine…how the word “bliss” doesn’t fully explain how happy she makes me…how life just seems to be better when she’s around…how I feel complete when I’m with her, it just enforces that perhaps…just perhaps…Sunshine is, in fact, that person for me.

And I will admit right here and now: I cried at the end of this movie.  The tears were shed because I thought about just how Noah felt when Allie came back to him at the end of a very long day.

That feeling of absolute devotion…that’s something I want. Thankfully, at this point in my life, I don’t think it’s something unattainable anymore.


Guess who’s coming to dinner?

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"I have no idea..."

Here I was…all set to have a relaxing, if not slightly sad, weekend to myself.

The Ankle Biter is with his mom this weekend visiting her father.  I was planning on taking a drive to see my folks on Saturday.  Then after having a hot web-date with Sunshine, I’d relax on Sunday while waiting for a phone call from The Rugrat.

While at work today, Sunshine made the suggestion of me driving to see her on Saturday after visiting my folks…even if just for the night.  I was concerned about finances…which really sucks but it’s been a reality for me since I went from a dual-income to a single income over two years ago.  The good news is that I’m not in debt anymore.  The bad news is that I scrape by and find it extremely difficult to build any type of savings at the moment.

Anyway…

I got home from work and was enjoying supper with The Ankle Biter.  I looked at my TweetDeck and noticed the following Direct Message:

message #1

Sigh…

I totally understood.  Even if for one night, it just didn’t make a ton of sense to spend $75 on gas…especially when we were going to see each other in just 12 days for an amazing 5-day encounter.

I told her that, while not ideal, we’d manage the two weeks until we next saw each other.  Then she sent another message:

message #2

Right.  Okay…I got it.  I felt the same way.

So I let her know that it’d be okay and that we’d have a fun online date on Saturday to make up for things.

THEN THIS SHOWED UP…

message #3

Ummm…ARE YOU KIDDING ME????

She, apparently, had been secretly plotting this all afternoon.  I must admit…she had me hook, line, and sinker.  LOVE her for that.

So a couple of things immediately popped into my head:

  • Is she ready to meet my parents? I’m visiting them on Saturday morning.  Now, I haven’t really blogged a lot about my parents.  Trust me…there is a LOT to blog about when it comes to our relationship.  At the end of the day, I think that they’re still not yet over my ex-wife.  That’s kinda weird to say, but I think it’s true.  So while they’d be polite to Sunshine, I don’t think they’re ready yet.  They need to know that what I share with her isn’t just a passing fancy…that she’s the real deal and that we’ve got something special that’s worth fighting for.  So patience is required there.
  • Sunshine in her new digs

    Sunshine in her new digs (01-24-09)

     

    She’s giving up money that she saved for painting her apartment. This bugs me a bit.  The decision is 100% hers and OF COURSE I’m totally exicted to spend the weekend with her…so that’s not the point.  This is money that she had set aside to paint the apartment for her and her girls.  This is a place that she moved into months ago and she really wants it to be HERS, y’know?  So while she has made the decision to alter her priorities, there’s still a part of me that feels a bit odd.  A bit guilty?  I dunno how else to describe it.

  • OMG…I need to clean my house!!! Yeah…this one is kinda important to me.  The last thing I need is a tumbleweed blowing into the bedroom during the heat of passion.

Needless to say, I’m one happy camper right now.  I close my eyes and picture her here with me on a nightly basis, so to be able to hold her in my arms again is jsut a feeling that can’t adequately be described.

Umm…does this describe it?

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No…that doesn’t quite do it.  Especially not with THAT person.

What about this??

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Close, but not quite…

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WHOA!!

TOTALLY the wrong gif there!!! What the effin’ crap???

Umm….

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Sigh.

Okay…that’ll just have to do.


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