When you are backpacking, canoeing, or back-country skiing,
your trips sometimes take you to a divide that marks the boundary between
watersheds. When you are right there at the apex, a short distance in any
direction can lead you down a path that is completely different and separate
from any other. Your decision can mean the difference between heading
downstream towards the Pacific Ocean or to the Mississippi River. You could end
up in Canada or Minnesota. Whichever way you go will probably be downhill or
downstream. You can’t easily turn back,
at least not without a lot of effort.
You are committed. It is a defining moment.
The same thing happens in your life. You don’t always know it at the time, but a
single decision or event can have you heading into a watershed that changes
everything about your destination, who you are, and what you will become.
I’ve reached a few of these watershed moments. One occurred when I was 10. I was diagnosed
with Legg-Perthes disease which for the short term, 18 months, left me on
crutches and in the long term meant years of pain, loss of mobility, and will
eventually mean a hip replacement. Along that path, I learned a love for
reading as well as swimming, as many other activities were out of the question.
When I graduated from high school, I opted out of attending college. That
decision was partly due to anger but mostly to stupidity. It took 13 years of
drudgery in factories and the destruction of a marriage to figure out just how
stupid it was.
When you head down a certain watershed, you often find
things along the trail you like and other things you don’t. It was that way in
1992, when I headed to Park City, Utah for a job. On that trail I found a
second wife. It was however, a
serpentine trail that led me back to the Midwest. The good things were the
birth of 2 sons. The “not so good”, was discovering your wife was, in her own
words, “not cut out to be a mother”.
That brings me to my latest watershed. For the last 12 years
I’ve been in the valley of “single parenthood”. I wasn’t sure I wanted to be a
parent before Zachary came along. It seemed like a lot of work, mess, and
trouble. But sometimes, when you end up in a particularly rough watershed, you
learn something you didn’t know about yourself. I learned I was good at being a
father and liked it.
When you have a full time salaried career, and suddenly find
yourself forced into dealing with that job and the responsibilities of
parenting 2 young boys, along with maintaining a home and good environment all
alone, it puts you in a cold sweat. Your life suddenly becomes getting 3
individuals up for breakfast and ready for school/work, stop by the daycare on
your way home, make dinner, homework assistance, getting them to bed, and
repeat. You become a scheduler, taxi driver, house cleaner, yard worker, cook,
nurse, and coach. Your bank account looks like a rollercoaster at Cedar Point
with ever diminishing peaks between the valleys of each month.
Sometimes your path takes you away from the stream and into
dark woods. When my manager asked if I could travel, I said “no I have 2 boys
which I must take to and from daycare each day and at night there is nobody
else”. A day later, I was laid off. Other times the trail brings you back to a
sunny sparkling stream. After 2 months without a job, my new manager told me I
could flex my hours and work from home when it was necessary to meet the
demands of being a single parent. There was the time Zach spent the night with
stomach pain in the emergency room and the time when Tyler tore a growth plate
and was told he might never throw a baseball again and might live with a
deformed arm. There were the ever escalating day care costs when you could see
no way to pay the bills at the end of the month. But there were also the
baseball tournaments where Tyler built a collection of trophies and the first
goal Zach made playing soccer. We experienced trips to swim with the dolphins
and watched Yellowstone bison trundle by 10 feet away from our car. I attended
band concerts and academic award ceremonies.
Twelve years ago, I was greatly concerned. You read and hear
about a lot of bad outcomes for children of broken homes. Most are adversely
affected. So, I asked a very wise person how I could protect Zach and Tyler.
She said “They will be fine as long as they have a parent who truly loves them.
But you have to always demonstrate with your actions, that they are the first
priority in your life.” So I attended over 400 baseball games (missing only one
because I thought I had a broken arm), a couple dozen band concerts, dozens of
soccer games, and 2 middle school and 4 high school seasons of basketball
games. I went to 12 years of parent teacher conferences, school open houses,
and award nights. I drove my boys to practices, school, day care, friend’s parties,
play days, over-nighters, and study groups. To do that, I flexed my work hours,
left work early, skipped work, took sick days, used vacations, sneaked out early,
arrived late, lied, omitted, and quit, so that they were always number one. No
excuses were given about having to work for a living, not feeling well, being
tired, bored, stressed, wanting to relax in front of the TV, or having a date.
So, am I looking for a metal? Well, I already got it. I have
one son, now a young man, who is one of the most gentle, kind hearted fellows
you could ever want to meet. He graduated from high school and is now attending
the local community college. He never used drugs, drank alcohol, smoked, got
suspended from school, bullied or beat up another student, or was arrested for
any reason. He is fun to be around, with a happy go-lucky attitude, often
making goofy sounds and joking around. He is a great buddy to have along for a
sci-fi movie. Another son, Tyler, is the rare combination of talented athlete
and gifted academic. He has played baseball since age 5, always being one of
the better hitters on his team. He has innumerable trophies for placing in
tournaments. He made it through 6 years of basketball tryouts and was a varsity
team captain this last year in which they one their league (the first time in
34 years). At the same time, he has maintained a 4.0 grade point average for 4
years of high school and is ranked number 3 in a class of 390. Last year he was
elected to the Michigan Baseball Coaches Association 1st All State
Academic Team. He just enrolled at the University of Colorado, Boulder’s
College of Engineering where he received a Presidential Scholarship and grants
totaling over $80,000.
Today was Tyler’s last day of high school. How is it that
when he was in 1st grade it seems like an age ago, yet the time flew by so
quickly. And now I’ve reached another watershed moment. Which way to turn now?
Which path to take?
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