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What does “happiness” look like to you?
There are immeasurable facets in life that instigate happiness. Whether it be seclusion on a deserted island, a mere moment on the patio during the sunset, or even achieving a personal goal. That’s happiness!
My kids are my life. As a parent, we harbor every step they take, every move they make, but when they dodge the obstacles with your guidance, there isn’t an instance I wouldn’t be happy.
The other week, my son and I consumed some time cogitating in concert for his math test. Learning to familiarize himself to new aspects of math were vital, then I amused him with some shortcuts that, “ooo-ahhed” him into conceiving that it wasn’t too bad. A slightly oppressive experience, but then again, their kids, and if we don’t hold their hands along the way then how will they bloom into successful beings. Fast forward to “test day” and I found out that my son earned a bountiful “B+” that ultimately tickled my ribs with happiness.
How do you derive happiness?
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As life’s challenges continue to barrage my existence, I’m finally embracing the sedulous task of teaching my son to ride a bike.
If my flashbacks serve me right, I was 9 years old when I clutched the motility of coasting down sidewalks. I vividly remember my father nursing my every peddle and comforting me throughout the dreadful trek. You thought fishing required tolerance? This is truly a test of patience and you don’t apprehend it till your own bundle of joy ventures to echo history.
I know many parents would rather toss their kids on a field, where the fall would cause minimal affliction, but daddy destined to administer a different detour. Though the imagination of falling on rock hard concrete haunted my son, we remained confident and approached the two wheeled beast.
In the anticipation of generating “tears of happiness” from mommy, Maazin and I strolled down to the longest stretch of sidewalk and got to work. It was nerve racking for the little guy, as each peddle pendulated him like an intoxicated person walking on a straight line. Grasping the back of his seat in full support, I can feel the little bugger scramble to repress his weight as he meandered away. Feeling like a cheap tow, I told my son to control his body and scrutinize on reminding straight with his arms in full control. At that point I began to support him by the waist instead, as we both waddled away.
What’s a lesson without a little whining? Excuses, excuses. From the sun getting into his eyes to me picking the wrong day. He had more stories than Walt Disney! From onlookers in cars honking in support (I hope), to joggers smirking during their exertion; we were having a ball. “I remember those days,” muttered a elderly gentlemen as he snickered in sarcasm.
The waist support was more cogent as we chugged along and digested about 8 pit stops. Their were signs of rectification being broadcasted as fruits of labour seem to be pay off. He didn’t learn immediately but there was a fine distinction that Maazin seized the concept.
All of a sudden, I lost a step and let Maazin go! He coasted for a solid two meters till he lost his balance and halted with his feet. Excited, shocked and moved, I kissed him in joy and was proud that my boy conquered the prerequisites.
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Have you ever truly felt déjà vu, the sensation that you’ve already had the experience you’re currently having?
Life is full of eccentric experiences but it seems that finding money and I have an exclusive liaison. Nah, I’m not talking about the usual $5-$10 flapping down a murky sidewalk. I’m talking about triple digits and more, the big bucks!
Why am I the chosen one? I query myself, or maybe god is challenging my goodness, my intentions, how good of a human am I? You know what I mean!
When I was a younger lad, my father and I had discovered someone’s hard earned money, cashed out and satiated in an envelope while leaving our building’s garage level. I recall how vividly that white envelope stood out like a sore thumb that evening, as I whisked away and snatched the prize. My father’s shadow immediately eclipsed me, gazing down with his hand firmly out and demanding the find. “We’re not going keep it?”, I muttered in disappointment. “No, it someone’s hard earned money, so we have to return it,” necessitated the boss. The total was $375 and we finally trailed down the original owner via posting a flyer in the building elevators. Luckily the originator’s surname was inscribed, leading my father to furnish his own interrogation since there were multiple amounts of people with that last name. He ultimately prospered and was offered half the amount from the owner but my dad refused. It was an important lesson as I tucked away the experience within my memory bank.
Fast forward 30 years.
Married and a father of two children now, my son and I were returning to our car from grocery shopping on a very gloomy Saturday. I quickly discharged the goodies in my car and unlocked the door for my 6 year old son (at the time). I started to buckle myself but observed that his door was still open as curiosity led him under someone’s parked car. I got out and ran around to investigate and discovered a thick white envelope was in his tenure coupled with a unique “finders keepers, losers weepers” smirk. The flashbacks started revisiting me as déjà vu settled in. I knew how to handle this. We gathered ourselves in my car and were ready for that father-son moment. I obviously knew what was inside as the envelope’s transparency was nothing short of eye candy. I let the kid have some fun, “go ahead and open it,” I said while smirking. His little hands quivered with happiness as I was stunned at the amount of bills that were inside. “Can we keep it?”, he questioned. “No, it someone else’s money, it doesn’t belong to us so we have to return it,” I clarified to him. After tallying up the discovered $1200, I properly seated my son in his carseat and patrolled the immediate perimeter. This was an easy one as the owner’s name was clearly displayed on the transaction slip and it was the only parked car in our vicinity. The bonus was that here license plate was here surname! “That was a piece of cake,” I mumbled to myself and savoured a very special déjà vu.
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Story From: “Intelligent Redneck, on Facebook”
Son: “Daddy, may I ask you a question?”
Dad: “Yeah sure, what is it?”
Son: “Daddy, how much do you make an hour?”
Dad: “That’s none of your business. Why do you ask such a thing?”
Son: “I just want to know. Please tell me, how much do you make an hour?”
Dad: “If you must know, I make a $100 an hour?”
Son: Oh! (With his head down).
Son: “Daddy, may I please borrow $50?”. The father was furious.
Dad: “If the only reason you asked that is so you can borrow some money to buy a silly toy or some other nonsense, then you march yourself straight to your room and go to bed. Think about it, why are you being so selfish. I work hard everyday for such this childish behaviour.”
The little boy quietly went to his room and shut the door. The man sat down and started to get even angrier about the little boy’s questions. How dare he ask such questions only to get some money?
After about an hour or so, the man calmed down and started to think: Maybe there was something he really needed to buy with that $50 and he really didn’t ask for money often. The man went to the door of the little boy’s room and opened the door.
Dad: “Are you asleep, son?”
Son: “No daddy, I’m awake.”
Dad: “I’ve been thinking, maybe I was too hard on you earlier. It’s been a long day and I took my aggravation on you. Here’s the $50 you asked for.” The little boy sat straight up smiling.
Son: “Oh, thank you daddy!”
Then reaching under his pillow he pulled out some crumpled up bills. The man saw that the boy already had money and started to get angry again. The little boy slowly counted out his money, and then looked up at his father.
Dad: “Why do you want more money if you already have some?”
Son: “Daddy, I have $100 now. Can I buy an hour of your time? Please come home early tomorrow. I would like to have dinner with you.”
The father was crushed. He put his arms around his little son, and begged for his forgiveness. It’s just a short reminder to all of you working hard in life. We should not let time slip through our fingers without having spent some time with those who really matter to us, those close to our hearts.
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Found this poem I had to share. Enjoy!
By: Dorothy Law Nolte
If children live with criticism, they learn to condemn.
If children live with hostility, they learn to fight.
If children live with fear, they learn to be apprehensive.
If children live with pity, they learn to feel sorry for themselves.
If children live with ridicule, they learn to feel shy.
If children live with jealousy, they learn to feel envy.
If children live with shame, they learn to feel guilty.
If children live with encouragement, they learn confidence.
If children live with tolerance, they learn patience.
If children live with praise, they learn appreciation.
If children live with acceptance, they learn to love.
If children live with approval, they learn to like themselves.
If children live with recognition, they learn it is good to have a goal.
If children live with sharing, they learn generosity.
If children live with honesty, they learn truthfulness.
If children live with fairness, they learn justice.
If children live with kindness and consideration, they learn respect.
If children live with security, they learn to have faith in themselves and in those about them.
If children live with friendliness, they learn the world is a nice place in which to live.
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This is my first stab at poetry so I figured I’d try it on my daughters’ birthday! Enjoy!
From the day you were born
It was love at first sight
I was yielded by your innocence
God created you with all his might
You were petite and pretty
Attitude by far
Hands so small
Eyes gleaming like a star
Voice so friable
Spirited so swell
With your brother, your chemistry
Thank god it gels
Your crying, your giggles
Your attitude, your charm
I love you to death
God protect you from harm
Your making me old
And I don’t mind
Your my sweetheart, my life
My love for you is devine
The years have blazed forth
And you’ve grown to fast
Please stop time!
This is too much of a blast
Another year has departed
And the day has finally here
To pull out the cake
And cherish with your dears
You’ve reached five years
And I’m counting my grays
Your making me older
Zaina! Happy Birthday!!!