Feeling Grateful After Disappointment.

I thought that now would be the perfect time to pick up where I left off in December 2017. Things have changed while basically staying the same. This post isn’t just about one person, I guess it’s a shout out to many people. For the first time in a while I had felt the sting of rejection after being fully confident that I had done everything in my power to prove my worth as a person and as an employee. within a week that confidence was shattered but only for a brief moment in time. People stepped up with words of encouragement, some friends even busted out some f bombs; in the day and a half after that phone call of disappointment though, and with time to reflect it has given me the ability to cool my jets and think of everything good I have in my life. I am very lucky and blessed (not in a religious way). I have a very good life that I am fortunate to have, how can I even for a second complain about a moment of shittiness when I take a look around and see so many with so little who are so content. There should be very little to no time to sulk when you are doing okay and something difficult happens and you are still okay. I was banking on making my way back home for good, but that whole week after the interview all I could think of was all the good I would have to leave behind as well. So many people that have impacted my life in a positive manner. It’s funny to say out loud but Thompson saved my life, I’m sure of it! One day I will make the difficult decision to move home and choose time with my family over compensation for work. Family always comes first, family over everything, but it won’t be easy to say goodbye to the number of people that I have become friends with, the people who have given me opportunities to find my purpose in life, and especially the hundreds of kids I’ve met over the years here who have opened up and shared their lives with me good and bad and trusted that I would have their back. Man, it’s been almost eight years and I love all of you for what you have done for me and the impact you have had on my life; I am truly humbled. Setbacks are just opportunities for great comebacks. When it is time for me to leave, I will be excited but also sad; for now though you are stuck with me a bit longer and I hope that is okay. Be grateful for what you do have even in times of disappointment or loss or whatever it may be that you are going through. This post is for everyone who saw something good in me and saw my potential and gave me a shot, an opportunity. It’s my turn to pass it on. Love, your bawd, Drisc xo.

Echoes, Silence, Patience & Grace

by Jeff Driscoll

A true hero is someone who doesn’t seek out to be someone’s hero, it is the person who hides in the shadows and seeks no praise. It’s in silence that you hear and it’s in patience that you help others grow, and it’s with that grace of being that a hero is born, which echoes through the lives that have been touched.

If you’ve made it as far as to read the title of this latest entry, you know by now that my brother’s blog has been hijacked (thanks Kristie!). He’s always spoken so highly of individuals through My Hero Movement, but for those who know my brother Adam, he is one of the most deserving to have his name among the greatest.

Unaware at the time, we grew up quite privileged, provided with all we needed. We have had the honour of learning from two of the greatest parents children could have, whether it was learning to appreciate what we have, never let things go to waste, help others out, and understand others by putting yourself in their shoes. These are just a few of the things we learned growing up, and to see where we are now, it’s easy to see my brother is a living example of these teachings.

However, I also like to think I played a role in his ability to thrive the way he has in life. As a kid, I was what you might call “a loose cannon,” whether it was going from zero to a hundred at the flick of a switch, being slashed on accident playing road hockey and chasing him with a stick, or sitting on him while punching him for calling me names. During these conflicts, not once did he ever strike me back or try to cause me any harm; and still defended me when I got myself into trouble. After all these years, he’s now a foster parent, dealing with kids that have far more issues than I did. It takes a strong and caring person to be able to take the abuse, shrug it off, and keep on rolling with the punches.

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I gave this entry the title “Echoes, Silence, Patience and Grace” for three reasons, one being his love for the Foo Fighters (as seen by the blog name), which has been contagious, the second being that he has these words tattooed up his arm from his wrist to the top of his shoulder, and third, it exemplifies him as a person to a tee. Whether it is working in crisis intervention, and sitting down and talking with someone who just attempted suicide, fundraising for a headstone for a murdered teenage boy so he could be honoured the way he should be, or simply being there for his brother at his low points. Furthermore, I cannot even recall a time that he has asked for help, complain about anything, or just needed somebody there for him. To highlight this remarkable human being, to deal with these individuals who have issues or haven’t had the privileges in life that we were blessed with, and to take that home with you day after day, and still push on when you know some won’t make it, just for that opportunity to make a difference in that person’s life and be that someone, to these lost souls, as a stepping stone in the right direction as our parents were for us.

I’ve always tried to push myself to be better than my brother, which has made me a better person because of it.  I used to feel like we were in competition growing up, living in the shadow of my brother, but as I’ve grown older and wiser, I know now that it was more of a tow rope pulling me in the right direction, learning and growing from his mistakes and successes. And, I have learned from my mistakes, not telling people what they mean to you before they depart this life, so this is a tribute to my brother.

We may be 2526 kms apart, but I know at the drop of a hat that he’d be there for me, or anyone that desperately needed it.

I ask those of you reading this now, to raise a glass to Adam Driscoll. Love you my brother, Merry Christmas, and cheers!

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Happy Retirement To The Legendary/ Realest G.O.A. T. : Tom Driscoll. L2P, P2L.

Just wanted to stop by here for a minute and take the time to wish my old man Tommy Timber a Happy Retirement after 45 years of work. If you have ever met him, you know hes undoubtedly a GOAT candidate and an absolute perfect example of what people refer to as “A Beauty”. Love you Major Tom!! No one deserves it more than you!

Here is a video i sent to my brother for Tommy’s retirement party tonight.

****Warning* One F*Bomb at the end*****

 

The Little Red Fox Girl with Yellow Eyes: Starting a Conversation of Truth and Reconciliation (VIDEO)

Background on Name of Project: The project title is taken with blessing from one of the participants in the video, 18 year old Kiara Dumas, who lives in Thompson, Manitoba but her family is originally from South Indian Lake, Mb or O-Pipon-Na-Piwin Cree Nation. Kiara was given her spirit name by a medicine man on her first visit to the sweatlodge just outside of Thompson, Mb. Kiara is an intelligent, young Indigenous woman who I believe will be a part of an Indigenous youth movement in the coming years to break the cycle of intergenerational trauma.
For this creative project I wanted to create something that may be meaningful for Indigenous and non-Indigenous people alike. I wanted to create something that allowed them to get to know one another. For many years, non-Indigenous and Indigenous people have both had preconceived ideas of what each group of peoples is all about, what they believe in, and what they stand for.  Many times, both sets of peoples are given information that is incorrect, stereotypical, or only a one sided portrayal of how the history of Canada and its people came to be, instead of looking at the bigger picture and from various perspectives of truth.
Many non-Indigenous people have not been taught about the history of Indigenous people and the creation of Canada from an Indigenous lens, but rather have been taught in school how people of European descent recall history and how it all happened; much of what is being recalled throughout history being exaggerated or completely false and lacking emotion or empathy.
I feel as though sometimes people in this country simply just do not know about the real history of Indigenous people in Canada. Many people have never had the opportunity to be educated in Indigenous history and or culture as told by Indigenous people, or even had interactions with the various Indigenous people of this country. Sometimes yes, there are stereotypes, ignorance, and flat out hatred without even knowing one another’s story or what another person may be carrying with them along their journey. For many years this countries government did not even consider Indigenous people to be human beings. They were to share the land peacefully and productively together in peace through partnership and the Indian Act, but instead Indigenous people were colonized, oppressed, treated as lesser, sent to residential schools in an attempt to assimilate and kill Indigenous cultures and traditions, their children were kidnapped and adopted out to white families, and the list goes on. Much of this history continues today. The same oppression, assimilation attempts, and so on.  Many people who are not Indigenous don’t realize the intergenerational trauma in which the Canadian Government throughout history has caused, the lateral violence, the abuse, violence, suicide, poverty, Indigenous people incarcerated, and so much more.
What I imagined this video to be was a starting point. A raw, informal, real and positive beginning to a conversation to Indigenous people and non-Indigenous people starting to understand one another, value one another, and see one another as equals and as human beings. My two main goals were to:
Start a conversation. I wanted Indigenous people and Non-Indigenous people to start a conversation, to get to know one another, to hear a bit about what Indigenous people are involved with and in, and a bit about their culture and tradition and experiences. I want non-Indigenous people to be curious to explore Indigenous peoples and their traditions, cultures and beliefs further, and to educate themselves with the truth, while leaving assumptions, stereotypes and ignorance behind.  Doing this, I hope to help lessen the divide between people in this country, and create allies for equality, equity, and opportunity. I wanted to use this platform to transform privilege into equal opportunity for all.

I wanted to have something positive and visual for Indigenous kids and youth to identify with. I want Indigenous kids to see successful Indigenous people and role models that they can strive to be like. Much of the time social media and the media in general tend to focus on the negative aspects of Indigenous people instead of focusing on the numerous Indigenous people doing wonderful things for people from all walks of life in this country. I want Indigenous youth to be able to have the confidence to chase their dreams like the people in this video have and continue to do, to overcome obstacles, to relate to what other Indigenous people are saying, but most of all I want them to choose to stay alive and to love their life and look towards a better future; because this country is going to need them and they are going to be the ones soon enough to break their people free from the intergenerational trauma carried around and forward over the generations; ultimately the ones who will be restoring culture and tradition, equality, equity, opportunity to flourish, and the right to happiness.

I hope you enjoy this video.  So many wonderful people offered to talk about themselves and their lives, and also helped put this together with me.
“It has to start somewhere; it has to start sometime, what better place than here? What better time than now?”- Zach de la Rocha; Rage Against The Machine

I hope this explanation is what you were looking for.
Thanks,

Adam Driscoll

 

Wab Kinew: The Voice Canada Needs.

I have been waiting for the perfect moment to write about this guy. I have never met him in person, so I cannot say that I know him personally, but what I can say is that he is someone I look up to regardless of knowing him or not. Wab is now the new leader of the NDP in Manitoba. I don’t have a particular party that I reserve for my votes, rather I choose to take a look at the person as an individual before submitting a ballot. I can say that if he was ever in my riding, he would certainly get my vote, and if he ever runs for Prime Minister ( which I hope he does), I will certainly vote for the party he is running for. He deserved every bit to win the race for leader, especially against an opponent who was more focused on using the past in attempts to determine the outcome of the present; Wab could have certainly used the past as well to bolster his attempts to win the favour of the party though chose the higher road, and it paid off. Anyways, enough about politics, that’s not even the reason I like this guy so much.

I like this guy because he is endearing to people from all walks of life, but especially to Indigenous people all over our country, and I really like that. He also used to be a rapper, which seems hilarious looking at where he is now, but makes complete sense knowing that great rappers or artists in the hip hop scene are often quick witted and extremely intelligent people. I like that. He also worked for the CBC and did great things for them and for the people of this country in bringing informed and real information about the history of Indigenous people and Canada to the forefront in the 8th Fire series. I like that.

Wab is also an author, and if you have not picked up his book to read it yet, I strongly suggest you do. It is entitled ” The Reason You Walk” and it is a great read. I am about to pick it up for the second time because I think I need a recharge and I feel this book is good for ones soul.

The biggest reason I like Wab is because he is himself; or rather trying to be the best version of himself.  I like that he is well spoken, I like that he is educated, and I really like that he is an advocate for Indigenous people, especially young Indigenous people. I enjoy listening to him speak about Indigenous issues because I never feel as though he is blaming people (like myself) for oppression, assimilation, and genocide of Indigenous people over the past several centuries; rather he is demanding that we become educated on Indigenous people and become part of the solution in the present that is equality, equity, truth and reconciliation. He identifies that together all of our people in this country are better, better united than divided and better as people who truly know and understand one another and celebrate our similarities as well as our differences. And don’t get me wrong, when he needs to put ignorant people in their place, I will certainly like that too.

I like that Wab is the guy out in his community, that he is a family man, that he is the everyday guy as well.  That is very endearing to me.  I like that he is a role model for young Indigenous kids wherever they are located in Manitoba, and hopefully around the country as well.  He is a person in the public spotlight who kids see as a younger, non robotic political figure, who is real and honest and engaging. Kids on the rez can see this young man and say “I want to do that and I can do that”.  Seeing positive Indigenous role models in the media or in person can alter young Indigenous lives for the better, at least in my opinion; and these positive people and stories of Indigenous people need to replace the negative stories that always seem to grab the headline or spotlight. Wab I feel gives people hope, and yeah you guessed it, I like that.

I could go on and on about this dude and I’m not even the most informed about him as whole, all that I know is that he is out in the communities, both south and north, and he’s a younger voice that this province and country certainly needs. Sometimes when you meet people in person that you have looked up to they may not meet your expectations, however, I feel like if I ever get the chance to meet this guy that will not be the case.

Sometimes your heroes are people you have never met in real life, hopefully one day I can meet him and let him know that as a white man of around the same age, that I look up to him, respect him and stand together with him as an ally for Indigenous people and for truth and reconciliation.

Thanks for being  a solid person, using ones voice, and being the hero this country needs.

I’m with Wab for PM.

Your Bawd,

Drisc

 

 

 

Happy Birthday Old Man!

Before I write my next post (and I know it has been a while), I want to give a great big shout out to my old man on his 65th birthday today! He will likely never see this post, as I have stated before he is not down with the technology, but at least everyone else can see how awesome I think he is.

Tommy Timber is 2 months away from retirement, and as of January 2018 gets to spend all of his time with my mama, his dog Rylee, and his new granddaughter Kinsley. He has told me over the past couple months that he could likely get a part time job at Home Depot, where all old retired people go to work part time ( only he would actually know what he is talking about), or work part time as a Wal-Mart greeter. Both would be equally hilarious.

I am so thankful for my dad for the past 34 years. He was my first ever best friend, and my first ever hero I ever looked up to. He gave me a good gauge of what both should look and act like, which makes me so grateful, thankful, and fortunate to have the friends and mentors I do have and have had in my life.

Knowing that many kids don’t grow up with their fathers, or their fathers are not in the picture makes me even more grateful knowing that someone out there picked this man to be mine, and I do not take a single moment of it for granted.

Enjoy your day with all of your girls, and JD too!

Love ya old man,

Adam

 

“…And if she had to live it all over again, you know she wouldn’t change anything for the world.”

I have been out of this whole writing thing for the past month now or so and as I always do, like a good Canadian, I will apologize relentlessly until you accept my apology. 🙂 I just finished exams and was on a vacation so naturally I did not feel like writing; I needed a break and I needed home, and I needed my family. But now I am here and now I am back; I have a whole list of new people to add to my already lengthy list. Some of these people I have met on my journeys, some I have not but regardless they continue to be heroes to me and to some other people as well.

I had been home almost a week and decided to watch an episode of The Therapist on Vice; specifically Laura Jane Grace, the frontwoman for Against Me! I first heard her amazing voice I think it 2009? I was lucky enough to see my favorite band Foo Fighters, and Against Me! opened for them. I went with my good friend TLP and Against Me! was already playing when we got there. Usually the band before the main act is average depending, but right away I was hooked. I know they definitely played STOP! and Thrash Unreal, and maybe one other song. This was before Laura Jane had announced to the world what she had known her whole life; she was transgender. I want to apologize yet again to the trans community and otherwise if I use the language or terms incorrectly; I’m still learning. Anyways, so I watched the episode of The Therapist with Laura Jane Grace and was blown away! I watched a few other episodes, but found this one to be the most “real” and inspiring; not because she was necessarily doing well, completely happy and living a seemingly easy life. It was actually the exact opposite at least in my eyes. To me, it looked as though she was quite sad, depressed, still trying to work out happiness; but she was completely and authentically herself. The most authentic I feel I have ever seen a person be. It was beautiful in a really heartbreaking way. Now she is truly becoming and being who she was meant to be, but with that carries a large amount of hurt and baggage with it I would assume. It is not very often you can feel real life pain through the screen of a tv or computer, but wow.

Gender Dysphoria is something that has come more to light in recent years, some people have been quick to negatively judge, others have been more empathetic. For me, as I mentioned above, if people are being their true authentic self, who am I to judge negatively or at all for that matter.  There was a time in life I know I would have judged, but with age you become wiser I guess or something?

Anyways, I am not going to go on and on in regards to this topic because I am in no means an expert, merely an ally of authenticity.

Sometimes I think that for someone to be who they really are, it comes with a lot of pain, a lot of hard work, a lot of sacrifice, a lot of second and third and fourth guessing yourself. Whether a person is straight, or gay, or trans or whatever label you decide to put or not put to it; being who you really are, the realest version of yourself will always come at a cost. Really though, isn’t it better to be who you really are and be miserable and in pain for a moment in time or maybe even long term instead of pretending to be the opposite? to be a fake, putting on that smile pretending everything is okay (sounds exhausting to me). I think for all of us, we should be continually looking for that moment to express “this is who the f*ck I am, deal with it or don’t”. Tough times don’t last, tough people do man! Everyone has some stuff they have to unpack once in a while or maybe quite often.

So this week for being a source of courage, showing what true bravery looks like, for rescuing herself, for trying to love herself, for attempting to outwork the doubt, for finding hope, and for living through it all as her authentic self (pain and all), Laura Jane Grace is my hero this week. Thank you for reminding to be myself at all costs, and to be empathetic in listening to others while they try to find themselves.

Thank-you for being a voice, for your voice and for putting it to music.

Your Bawd,

Drisc

 

Dear MYS:

Happy Belated 25th Birthday! As I sat at the party you had in Thompson to celebrate, and afterwards as well, I had time to reflect and think about all the good you have brought into my life.

I have been a part of your organization since 2010, and continue to be a large supporter in what you do for families, but especially kids.  I know that there are many people, especially in the north that work for your company that certainly do not do the job that they do for the financial gain, but rather because of the need and out of love.  People stay employed with MYS, especially in the north because of the people who work there. Many of these people devote large portions of their own personal time to their career, while asking for nothing in return but ensuring that the youth in which they work with are safe. Some of the most humble, selfless, and giving people work for MYS and I would like to highlight many of these people in this post, not by name but by talking of them and thanking them for the past 7 years of my life.

I would have to start from the very beginning, receiving my very first call for a phone interview; me in North Bay, Ontario and them in Thompson, Manitoba. I was interviewed by two ladies from the agency, one who would become my boss, one who would become my case manager for foster care; both who would become very influential friends.  They took a shot on me without even meeting me in person, giving me the opportunity to prove myself.  I am so grateful for that opportunity, because it allowed me to meet many great friends, and great clients who have since become friends; the opportunity allowed me to learn about culture, deal with, face, and overcome grief and great loss, and point me in the direction to “my purpose” which I had been looking for since before moving here. And when the time came to move on, one of those ladies even told me “Go! go take that job, I don’t want you to, but its a great opportunity, you need to!” and then gave me a boot is the ass out the door ( she didn’t really). Thank you ladies for taking a shot on me.

One of the first people I became tight with at MYS was also the guy that wanted the same job that I got.  Now he could have been upset (I know he was), and he could have taken it out on me, but he never did.  Instead he got to know me as a person, and decided that he was going to help me and befriend me instead.  That is just the type of guy that he is, selfless even when things do not go his way.  I’ve honestly never seen a guy more devoted to the group of young men which he worked with.  He is tough but fair, and when he has to be sensitive he can put on that hat too.  If you come to Thompson just listen very carefully and you might be able to hear him laugh. lol his laugh is loud and genuine, you cant mistake it for anyone else’s.  I got to hear him speak this year at our annual MYS appreciation dinner, where he publicly recognized working with me; it was hard to keep it together.  This is a guy who introduced me and taught me how to interact with indigenous people, how to show respect, and even got me a spot as the “token white boy” on his hockey team the first year I moved here; a guy who introduced me to his family, and to his old man ( who I swear is the brown version of my dad), and said that it was a sign of respect to call his dad “dickhead” in cree. lol.  We now refer to each other as “bro”, and I am proud to call you my friend brother. Thank you for welcoming me into your world and family and making me feel a part of it; I appreciate you and everything you have done for me over the past 7 years has not gone unnoticed.

Next I have to talk about two ladies, one that has basically been a mom to the kids she works with and the other a grandmother.  Though she has since taken a different position with the organization, I know that she secretly misses the boys she was the supervisor of at the group home.  She spent much of her time and energy making sure that all of the boys had her to yell at, to make fun of, to talk to, for her to put them in their place when it needed to happen, but most of all to have her to be a strong mother figure in their lives at a time when they needed it the most being away from their families. She has always been a huge supporter of mine as well over the years and continues to be, just like she has continued to be for the kids and parents in her new role. Thank you for being a mom to other peoples kids when they needed it the most and thank you for helping me see that the kids always come first.  The next lady is the grandmother figure at MYS and you cannot talk about MYS in Thompson without mentioning her. She is in her 70’s but moves and acts like she’s a lady in her early 40’s.  She is originally from my neck of the woods in Ontario but has been in Thompson now for over 40 years! She owns a burger joint just outside of town and her burgers and fries are delicious! In the winter she works at the boys group home and cooks them delicious meals as well; no kid has ever messed with her. She can hold her own over almost any worker, and is petite French sweet lady who the boys she works with love but even more so respect. Thank you for teaching me how important it is to stay young at heart.

To the man who runs the Thompson MYS show. Often facing many symptoms of anxiety to show appreciation and support for his employees when he gets in front of them with a microphone. Thank you for showing a guy who also gets anxiety in front of large crowds that it is better to face your fear than to always stay fearful. A guy who has always gone to bat for me over the years, whether it be as a supervisor, as a respite worker, and now as a foster parent. A guy who works relentlessly hard, but who is also able to rely on his supporting cast and often gives them most of the credit while he stays behind the scenes grinding. When I said that I wanted to become a full time single foster dad, while also working full time, you found a way to make it work and put your trust in me that I could handle it all.  Thank you for your friendship, the opportunity to succeed or fail, constant words of encouragement, and your “hustle”. It’s not surprising, it runs in your family; but I appreciate everything nonetheless.

To the foster mom that I feel was once was really tough on me ( for like maybe the first couple of years). Thank you for that toughness. I know it was likely hard in the beginning in putting some sort of faith in a chubby bearded dude to take care of your 7 year old daughter, and eventually your little boy.  Now things have changed a lot over the past 6-7 years and I love your kids as if they were my own. They have provided me with many moments of laughter and happiness just by being in their presence.  You have raised them to be thoughtful, loving, caring young people mixed in with the perfect amount of crazy.  I don’t get to see them as much as I would like to anymore, but thank you for always letting me take them when I’m feeling angry, or sad, or just need to get happy in general. Thank you for including me in a tiny part of raising your kids; because you gave me the opportunity, they have brought so much happiness into my life; I am so grateful for that.

To a former MYS employee, my ukranian mother ( or sister, because she thinks she is too young to be my momma).  Thank you for always including me in your family traditions and dinners, and constant support in and out of the workplace.  It is always hard during the holidays to be so far from home, and you are always the first one to welcome me into your home, and send me home with enough food for the next week. Now you are the lady that mostly chirps me about hockey all year long, but I secretly like it. Thank you for welcoming me into your family, for the opportunity to coach your daughter, and for the opportunity to drink Ken’s liquor during the holidays. Oh, and for being my much older “sister” lol.

To another former MYS employee turned counsellor. A lady who has always been so good at connecting with the youth through lived experience and through building meaningful relationships. Seeing you so easily connect with kids and laugh and joke with them has always been something I remember about you and thinking “i want to be that kinda person”.  Getting to visit our old friend in Wasagamack,  I was so glad that I was able to do it with you.  Knowing the lengths that you will go for your students, and for your clients to succeed and to feel loved and wanted, is something I strive for and to be because of you. Thank you for showing me that sometimes you have to step outside of the box and go the extra mile for the people and kids who need and deserve it the most.

To everyone else from MYS that I have forgotten I am sorry, I know I am missing people. To the office staff past and present, thank you for all of your help and being a sounding board for when I angry, frustrated,  or upset about something. To Hammy and the soon momma to be ( I said I wouldn’t use names), thank you for getting me out and meeting people when I first moved here, to the amazing support today with things that I am involved in, you are involved in, or we are involved in or with together. Again I know I missed people, but its getting long and late and your are all in my thoughts I swear.

Finally, to every single kid I have ever worked with or continue to work with through MYS today; and to those that have passed on before their time. Some of you have become or were my very good friends; many of you were and/or continue to be great sources of my happiness; many of you living continue to struggle, fight, and hope for a better life and circumstances every single day. You are my heroes and I love you. We have laughed together, been angry together, sad together and grieved together. I am so grateful for all of you who continue to be in my life, who message me, or call me, or show love in person; the ones who call for money, the ones who call because they need a listening ear to cry to, or to tell exciting news to. You are my family and I love you, and don’t ever give up. I came here at 26 years old, and now at 33 I want you to know that above all, you kids (most now adults) have given me the one thing I was missing and searching for so badly: PURPOSE.  Thank you for helping me find it and for being my purpose.

Congratulations MYS, thank you for all of these wonderful people, and thank you for giving me the opportunity to find my purpose.

Love,

Drisc

 

 

Like My Old Man.

  Just wanted to send a huge Happy Fathers Day to my old man and the inspiration for this blog, Tommy Timber aka- boom boom, tom Domi, tie driscoll, major Tom , etc… and soon to be Grandpa Tommy. You understand why I live where I do and do what I do, and I love you for that. I know how fortunate I am to have had a dad like you for these first 34 years of my life, and won’t ever take for granted the time we will have together over the next 34. You’re my hero, love you old man, Adam xo                                                   https://youtu.be/T_uGcW-v5EI  

I Will Hold Your Hand, and Watch the World Spin Madly Around; This Life We’re in…xo

Dear Baby K,

I haven’t met you yet, but I dream about you all of the time.

You would think that I would only dream about you if you were my own kid soon to be born, but you’re my brothers. Regardless, it doesn’t matter; I have loved you since the moment I knew you existed, if its possible I loved you even before that.

I have had some pretty good practice over the past several years at being an uncle, though its a bit different when you become an uncle by blood. Here are a few things I want you to know I will do for you for your entire lifetime. I am sure there are more, but here is the start:

  • I will take a gun course, buy a gun and never use it; I will only take it out when your dad needs backup when you bring your first date and/or boyfriend/girlfriend over to meet the family. I will clean it when you walk in with them; don’t be angry or embarrassed by us. We will help you weed out the bad ones.
  • I will always play with you, read to you, laugh with you, sing and dance with or for you. I don’t care who is watching or what they think.
  • I will take naps with you when you don’t want to sleep. Uncle Adam loves naps.
  • I will learn to do your hair, but don’t be angry if it looks terrible.
  • I will play dress up, I will have pretend tea parties, I will play along whenever you use your imagination, and I will always carry your backpack when it is heavy, no matter what color it is.
  • I will always spoil you, maybe even more than your grandparents on my side of the family, because your grandma is pretty cheap.
  • I will let you get away with things your parents would never let you get away with.
  • I will take you on awesome adventures to the park, to the beach; you name it and we will go.
  • I will give wicked awesome piggyback rides, will swing you around, and play games like hide and seek, grounder, and various forms of tag with you; sometimes I will let you win, sometimes I will try hard to win.
  • I will introduce you to the Foo Fighters and other good, older music to steer you away from the junk that will be playing on the radio when you are born and over the next several years.
  • I will give you your first beer and drink your first beer with you behind your parents back. I will listen to you tell me about sneaking out of your house to party and wont rat you out. I will tell you about stupid crap I did with my friends when I was your age.
  • I will always save the best and longest hugs for you. When you become a teenager, you will have attitude and try to get away from the hugs, but too bad deal with it!
  • I will help teach you how to skate, and also how to take wicked clappers, snappers and wristers.
  • I will attend as many school or extra curricular functions of yours that I am able to, and spoil you after.
  • I will teach you that “Like a Girl” is an empowering phrase and to be confident in yourself  and your abilities always.
  • I will spoil you, but I wont let you become someone who acts spoiled. You will eventually have to earn me spoiling you.
  • I will teach you to give back to and help people who help you, to people less fortunate, to meaningful non-profit organizations, or anyone you see that is in need.
  • I will teach you to see both sides of an argument before forming an opinion, and not to follow social media as a form of legitimate news.
  • I will take your side when you argue with your parents, but only if you actually have a good case; otherwise, you are on your own.
  • I will not let you accept participation trophies ever. You don’t get awards for just showing up, you get them for hard work, resilience, perseverance and excellence in whatever it may be.
  • I will always have your back. I will break through walls, I will take a bullet, I will go through hell, so you never have to.

And Finally,

  • The love I mentioned at the start of this letter. That love is forever. No matter the circumstance, it will never waiver, or expire and will only become stronger for you as I watch you learn and grow and become something and someone amazing.

One more Month!

Love You Baby K-boo and my future Wing-Girl,

Uncle Adam

aka- Best.Uncle.Ever.

aka- Funcle