If you have had trouble finding time to talk with your kids lately, or kids
who want to talk to you, I suggest you tear your house apart, place all of
your belongings in the room with your biggest television, unplug every other
tv in the house except the smallest one you own, and place it at the
foot of the bed in your bedroom for the next couple months. The reason? Let me explain:
Our house is under construction, and in total disaray. The family room is torn apart. There is a 2-foot-wide pathway through the living room with all of our displaced posessions stacked seven feet high in the living room. The only television in the house is a 13 inch (color!) in our bedroom. And what exactly has all this chaos done for our family?
For one thing, we have had some great nights with our 13-going-on-19 year-old son who normally doesn't talk a lot.
Mom and dad's newly finished, spacious, air-conditioned bedroom has become the central gathering place, the central eating place, and the central conversation space.
Every night since we returned from Australia a month ago we have done our ritual "highs and lows" at the end of the day with the kids sitting on our bed. Then Joseph plops down between us to enjoy the post-news world of late night talk shows and determine whether Leno or Letterman has the best monologue. We laugh at stupid headlines and ignorant people out Jay Walking. We cringe at bands that "have no business being on tv." We talk about the talk. Then old dad starts drifting off, waking up just in time to hear the Scottish guy do his monologue and say, "Ok Joseph, dad's got to sleep. Work tomorrow."
I usually have to say it five times before he leans over for the cross on his head and finally leaves.
"Love you, Joseph."
"Love you."
He only has to say that once before I am blessed and ready for rest.