Conversations That I Wish I’d had…
This weekend, I was lucky enough to be able to attend the promotion of a friend’s son to First Degree Black Belt. It was extra special because it was very close to both of his boys’ birthdays. I and my wife have always been close with this couple since we first met, back in college, and over the years I’ve gotten to know their family as they’ve gotten to know mine. Now over the years, Rich and I have gained a bit of weight; neither of us is what you would call thin. The thing is, though, that while he is as healthy as a horse, I developed some pretty severe health issues and as a last ditch attempt to try to control my Diabetes and blood pressure, I had gastric bypass surgery. Currently I’m managing my heath issues, but I’ve grown a bit thinner in the past year.
While at this party, I started to talk to Rich’s Mom. He got up to straighten a matter out with the caterer and the first thing she did was turn to me and say “I wish Rich would lose weight like you.” It was a party, so I held my tongue, but in a perfect world, I would have said the following:
You want your perfectly healthy son to ‘lose weight like me’? Why would you wish major health problems on him? Don’t you know that he graduated at the top of his class from an Engineering School, one I couldn’t even hope to get accepted to? Its one of the reasons why he was able to drive a sports car right after college while I drove a second-hand hatchback. Didn’t he tell you when he taught courses in college? Weren’t you there when he got his advanced degree(s)? Take a look over there at his beautiful and talented wife. She had the option not to work while their kids were young because he was such a good provider. My wife & I both worked because we had to. She works now by choice, not by need (she’s still damn good at what she does too).
Take a look at those handsome and talented grandkids, the ones he’s raising with his wife. Both get good grades and both are black belts in Karate. (One second Dan) They are also both handsome & well mannered. I like to think my kids are well mannered, but when I think of his kids, I can’t help but be jealous of his successes (and occasionally try to copy his parenting style). Its another thing that I hope to learn from his example. Yet you want him to be more like me? To ‘lose weight like me’? Lady, when I die, I’ll be lucky if he speaks at my funeral. I have my own issues with my own dead mother with the ‘I Love You But(s)’. ‘I Love You But’ means you Don’t love someone, because Love is unconditional. Honest To God, Lady, How Big a Mountain Does He Have To Move To Win Your Freaking Approval???
I wish I had said these things. I wish I could have removed the cataracts from her eyes to let her see. I wish I could have helped her to understand the point that her dependence on a walker made so very clear: No one lives forever. Exactly when was it that you were planning to tell your son how proud you are of him? And Mean It…!? The hell with the weight, when were you going to just say that you loved him for him???
Tick-Tock, lady, Tick-Tock…