I bring home the bacon for the family, so I had a big schedule ahead of me the other morning. (1) Set up meetings for later in the day. (2) Work out at the gym. (3) Go to the coffee shop to pound out some writing. (4) Head into the office for those meetings I set up in Task #1.
But first, focus on my family: breakfast. As we munched on bagels and eggs, I read them a blog post I was working on, one that I stretched the truth a bit and claimed one of my sons asking for designer shoes. The point was “I can’t afford it” (an excuse most parents give their children). “Dad,” Micah chimed in, “You never say ‘I can’t afford it,’ and we have never asked for $100 shoes!” That led to a great discussion of how awesome it is to be raised with sound economic principles. (And a discussion of whether or not I was lying to make a point.)
Then I went to the gym. The music blared an old Pink Floyd tune Another Brick in the Wall. I listened to the lyrics and pondered how different my perspective of the lyrics are today compared to when I was a teenager. Back in the 80s, I rebelled against schooling. Today, I rebel against conformity, but not for the sake of a drugged out rock-n-roll life. I do it to because this is the walk God has for me and my family. I chuckle, “Heh, maybe Pink Floyd was on to something.” I think this often when I listen to classic rock-n-roll, today so old that I actually ponder the lyrics.
On the way out, I saw a student friend of mine. Fourteen years old, he shot up from his chair and gave me a hug, and we talked for a few minutes. His older sister was at home and mom was working out. He was doing algebra in the foyer of the Y. We chatted like he was an old friend, and then said goodbye. We have a close home school group here in Monument, and the teenagers are almost like buddies of the adults. I don’t recall ever being “buds” with my parents’ friends.
When I went to my favorite coffee shop, Serranos, I ran into one of the families. In the booth next to me was a mom, two sons, and a daughter. They were discussing Treasure Island as a family, enjoying lattes and coffees. Good gravy, I thought, schooling over lattes. Again, another one of those, “I never had that in the 80s” moments.
I then pounded out a couple hours of work, a few cups of great coffee, and off I was to the office.
Which, by the way, is in the basement of my home. I Skyped with one of our main authors (who lives in France), and called a few coaches through Google Voice. I also answered emails for the National Invitational Tournament of Champions (of which I’m leading), processed some camp registrations, and enjoyed an afternoon fruit smoothy with my dear wife on the back deck. Our children took a break from their schooling to jump on the trampolines in our backyard.
It’s now 4:18 in the afternoon. I’m on the front porch enjoying the unusually nice April weather. The school bus – on time and according to schedule – rumbled by, a nice reminder of a life we don’t participate in. Possible only in 2012. Life is good.