Be Yourself


It was a beautiful afternoon and our group of boys were all giddy with the prospect of tooling around at the pool. Walking the path towards the entrance, our very sweet friend, all of seven-years old asked me, “Do you sometimes wish you never had children?”

I thought about saying, “All the time, pal!”

But then it occurred to me that seven-year olds are not exactly practiced in sarcasm, so I answered, “Not even for a second.”

He looked relieved. So relieved, I had to ask, “Why – do your parents think that about you?” Put him on the Hot Seat for a change.

But he laughed a laugh that was mature enough to be followed with, “bitch, you crazy.”

Alas, the sweetie simply answered, “No, my parents love me. But I don’t want to have kids.”

Faint sounds of fun from the pool grew louder as we got closer and the drone of the Triborough Bridge over head added an eerie quiet as I wondered if our little friend was trouble somehow.

“Why the heck are you talking about not having kids?” I asked.

Turns out his older brother – who is a mere fourteen years old – had a fully mapped out future, which included a wife, two kids and a house in North Carolina. Talk about commitment.

At fourteen, I think I was contemplating if Disco really was dead.

As for Mr. Lovable seven-year old, he confessed quite confidently that he only plans to have girlfriends for the rest of his life.

Yes, that is plural and – judging by the way he eats – probably at the same time, too. My kind of guy. A real entrepreneur, I tell you.

Not like Samu who ran past us yelling, “Girls are gross – they’re SO bossy!”

He thinks they’re bossy now, wait until he starts liking them. I anticipate slaps across the face – and possibly – property set on fire. Unlike his older brother, Samu shows absolutely no interest in the opposite sex. Zuki, on the other hand, already gets nose-bleeds and butter fingers when he’s around a particular girl.

I’m dealing with a couple of Pygmalions. While I harp on their every act of buffoonery: chewing on yogurt (with their mouth open), presenting boogers as a peace offering, drying their little wieners under the hand dryer in Target’s women’s room – all I hope for is that when they arrive at their future, they’ll inherit their parents good fate of having good friends who’ll accept them for the goodhearted gorillas that they are.

“Be yourself,” I tell them, “and be the best at it that you can be – no matter who calls you an asshole.”

Of course – all they remember is that I said “asshole.”


Author: Namzola_Goodness

A Japanese-American who grew up in the streets of New York during the racially volatile 70's, Nami blogs with guts, heart and humor. Dysfunctional parenting, cynical citizenship of beer to wash it all down.

8 thoughts on “Be Yourself”

  1. So they like using the hand dryer to dry other parts of their bodies, eh? Who on earth taught them that?

    The “Love Bug” hasn’t bitten my son. But when it does, look out! He’s a chick magnet waiting to happen, blonde hair and blue eyes. Too bad he doesn’t know it. Arab women love his hair, and it drives him crazy.

  2. I love them. Seriously, who thinks to dry their wieners under the hand dryer? There’s a really cool dryer at the mall we go to on Sundays while Noah is in acting class. There are two openings you put your hands down into and pull them out slowly. As you pull your hands out the wind blows really hard and your skin gets all funny and they completely dry by the time you pull them out.

    That is all.
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