Saturday, August 27, 2011

Brag Sheet

This morning as I trolled the internet at 3:23 am contemplating my son's college options,  I found the Brag Sheet. Have you hear of this? Basically it is the first step in creating a type of resume, where you highlight the achievements and accomplishments of your student in an effort to make him stand ahead of the crowd during the admissions review process.

One question on the brag sheet template I was reviewing, asked parents to describe their child.  Sure 6 foot, light brown hair, thin and beautiful is one way to describe my Max.  But I am sure that is not the point.  I could tell what he does or what interests him but even that doesn't get at the essence of him. After thinking about  it, what comes to mind is his presence. When Max enters a room or a conversation, the air get full.  It's almost like you feel "more".  Suddenly whatever was being discussed or performed seems more interesting and significant.  He brings perspective and color.  It's kind of like turning on the music or spraying perfume or wrapping yourself in silk.  When he leaves, you feel left.  Not that you parted but that you were left behind. It just isn't enough. It's like eating one potato chip or listening to someone hang up before you do.

I don't mean to imply that each interaction with my son is some joyous event.  He brings stress, drama and worry (although all of that is surrounded by an "it's all good, don't worry" mentality).  Whatever he brings, it's not bland or vanilla or average.  He is present and makes you present.

So how do you convey that to a college admissions committee?  Paper is one dimensional, with data on his grades and community service and athletics and SAT scores.  It's such a small part of him and who he is and what he can do

Maybe instead of a brag sheet, the admissions counselors could experience a Brag Film or the documentary of Max.  Guess that is a little over the top.


Wednesday, August 17, 2011

This is News?

Anyone who watches the world news knows that it can be depressing and tiring.  Political agruments, war death tolls and bankrupt middle America are enough to make you stop being aware of current affairs.  So I can understand that once in a while the networks want to show a feel good story.  Even if it is just to improve over all attitude of the viewing public.  But this story is ridiculous.

Apparently a mom, father and toddler were in a terrible car crash that left the dad's leg pinned and the toddler crying and scared, trapped in a crushed minvan (or some such thing).  The mother called 911 and while on the phone waiting for help, the 911 operator heard her singing the alphabet song.  This is wonderful, a mom trying to console her daughter and husband.  It is exactly what I would do and what every other mother I know would do.  How is this news?

Dian Sawyer stated that it was "amazing" for this mother to sing her child in an effort to calm her.  Amazing?  That's daily life for most of us.  Wouldn't it be "amazing" if a mom ignored her scared little baby? 

Has our family life become so bad that the display of simple compassion and caring is now news worthly? Sure we do not want to set the bar too high, but really?  What's next  dear anchor?  Woman crossing street at light reduces chance of accident....man goes to work daily to receive a paycheck...parents feed their kids three meals a day..."AMAZING"

I know I should have been uplifted by this story, but it just made me sick.

Tuesday, August 16, 2011

Happy Anniversary Parents

This week my parent's celebrate their 50th wedding anniversary.  Seems like such a long time, but I really could not begin to image one of my parents without the other.

When my siblings and I realized it was anniversary time last year we started planning the big surprise bash.  Now that it is over I can say what a royal pain this party was to plan...and I plan a lot of get togethers so I feel that I am a bit of an expert.  Actually the worst part was the guests. 

Invites were easy to create, my brother found the best polka band this side of Warsaw, Dolci made a delicious cake, Mother Nature went above and beyond with the floral arrangements and The Saturn Club offered the best venue.  Ahh but the guests.

The first problem was getting a list of friends and family with their addresses and phone numbers.  My sister stole my dad's address book.  Although she felt guilty because it seemed to have doctors, pharmacy's and other essential info in it, I was thrilled.  A starting place.  Then I opened it to find the following enteries:

Charlie the Chicken
Big John from work
Jerry with bad knee

Who the hell are these people? Better than that, I found some names I could make out but no addresses. The second problem was getting people to respond.  Sent out 50 invites, received 30 RSVPs.  How does someone not even respond? 

All in all the night was lovely.  I gave a terrific speak (pat myself on the back) and everyone was drinking dancing and laughing.  All said and done, I was thrilled my siblings and I could do this for our parents.  Seeing them together and so much still in love, makes me appreciate my guy all the more.  We are looking at 20 years in Feb.  I was nine when we took our vows :-).

Happy 50th mom and dad!