Breaking Away
The other night my son asked me to sit with him in his room and help him study. He typically does this for one of two reasons. First, he really needs help with something. Usually it is Spanish, trying to help him with math would be like asking a two year old for help with English. Guess who the two year old is? Hint: It's not Noah. If it is not homework, the other possibility is that he wants to talk and pretend it is about homework. I went to his room and stretched out length wise on his bed and stared up at the poster of Green Day affixed to the ceiling. Hmm... I thought, I did a nice job on installing that ceiling fan. Noah had been distressed during an early conversation about money and desires. To put it simply, his desires far surpassed my money. I had suggested he get a job. He was fourteen now and for the first time in his life a part time job was a real possibility. At least it was in my generation. Looking over at him we had a conversation about needs and wan