keep out losers
October 15, 2008
Last night my 10 year old went to bed with a hastily lettered poster on his door that said “Keep Out Losers.”
It’s hard to keep on top of your relationship with your kids. Earlier in the evening, while we played ball tag, racing throughout the house hucking a mini rubber football at each other, I’m pretty sure I was father of the year. But when when we got closer to bedtime, I was on the wrong side of a “who lost the lacrosse balls” dispute, and now I’m in the doghouse. It’s hard to keep up.
Ian won’t admit to any fatherly influence at all. He loves to read, but won’t admit it. I bought him a bunch of books I loved when I was a teenager, like “Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy.” He reads them secretly in his room, so I won’t know he likes or reads them. Kim brought him a book a few weeks ago, and he wouldn’t pick it up off the stairs for a week. One day it disappeared. Last night he asked me if Orson Scott Card had written any other books, he might be interested in reading some more.
Although, yesterday he told me he and his friend Jonah were the only democrats in their Junior High. Which is probably about the right ratio for the reddest town in the second reddest state in the country. What’s weird, is that for such an educated town, the other kids in the school can only come up with “Obama will take our guns away, kill babies, and plus, he’s an Arab!” Ian asks for specifics. None are forthcoming, but the volume does go up.
So I guess I have SOME influence. But jeez, I don’t want political influence or religious influence.
I want him to like what’s REALLY important to me–Pop Culture. I don’t care if he knows the difference between welfare and assistance, or unilateral and multilateral. I want him to know the difference between gold like Seinfeld and crap like Two and a Half Men. Between drivel like Saw V and sweet scary sweetness like Halloween or Scream. Between Radiohead and Coldplay.
Baby steps I guess. First I have to get Holden to take down that “Keep Out Losers” poster.