"Thanks Mom and Dad, thanks for everything ... " and this I say with a tear, as I rejoice and reflect upon my life, during this special time of the year.
It's special because it is my birthday (it's hard to believe I'm now forty-two). But then again they've all been special, made so by both of you.
"Thanks Mom ...", for all of your patience, and for your nuturing tenderness; for always saying "how sweet he is ...", when you knew I was a mess.
Thanks for understanding me, and for teaching me good moral values; for having faith in my abilities, and offering advice I can always use.
"Thanks Dad ...", for providing your wisdom, in ways only a father can give. Thanks for your strength and your courage, in showing me how good men should live.
Thanks for always cheering me on in all the Little League games my teams won. And when we lost, thanks for the pride you showed as you claimed "He's still my son!"
"Thanks Mom and Dad ...", this I say again as more tears begin to fall, because the gift of life that you've given to me is what I cherish the most of all.
And not just this day, but each and every one, I feel that you've been there, to let me know I have two wonderful parents who deeply and truly care.
- by Jay Ivan
Fifth Head Thinkers
I suppose I should explain "fifth head thinking".
Well, the story is quite silly really. But, according to Liz (my mom), when I was a wee lad about the age of 4 or 5, she once noticed me sitting at the kitchen table, apparently very deep in thought (which was unusual for a wee lad, of course).
Eventually, having obviously concluded my internal debate, I finally asked my question for the day ... "Momma, if this is my forehead, ...", (pointing to it, then pointing to the top), " ... is this my 'fivehead'?"
Yeah, I warned you.
Still, it gave me the idea for the name of this blog. You see, I wasn't afraid to ask a silly question. Well, I was only 5, hadn't yet learned to be embarrassed by "silly" questions, and was just being literal.
But, my point is I want this blog to be about reaching beyond conventional thinking ... about not fearing to ask the "silly" questions, or suggesting odd ideas on how reasonable, thoughtful people could (or should) behave.
Sometimes I'm certain there will just be a lot of ranting. Yet, hopefully, we'll be able to fit together some of the puzzle pieces that seem to be perpetually dancing around in all of our brains. And maybe, just maybe we'll inspire each other to live our lives with a little less stress, and a lot more thougtfulness.
Well, the story is quite silly really. But, according to Liz (my mom), when I was a wee lad about the age of 4 or 5, she once noticed me sitting at the kitchen table, apparently very deep in thought (which was unusual for a wee lad, of course).
Eventually, having obviously concluded my internal debate, I finally asked my question for the day ... "Momma, if this is my forehead, ...", (pointing to it, then pointing to the top), " ... is this my 'fivehead'?"
Yeah, I warned you.
Still, it gave me the idea for the name of this blog. You see, I wasn't afraid to ask a silly question. Well, I was only 5, hadn't yet learned to be embarrassed by "silly" questions, and was just being literal.
But, my point is I want this blog to be about reaching beyond conventional thinking ... about not fearing to ask the "silly" questions, or suggesting odd ideas on how reasonable, thoughtful people could (or should) behave.
Sometimes I'm certain there will just be a lot of ranting. Yet, hopefully, we'll be able to fit together some of the puzzle pieces that seem to be perpetually dancing around in all of our brains. And maybe, just maybe we'll inspire each other to live our lives with a little less stress, and a lot more thougtfulness.
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About Me
- Jay Ivan Lewis (The Terrible One)
- I'm just a middle-aged surbuban dad with the downtown office job, uptown interests, and hometown sensibilities.