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Effects On Children


This was originally going to be two separate posts, but since both topics revolve around children, I decided to combine them.  Tomorrow I want to publish what I would call a fascinating and significant post, and I have found I am pretty good at procrastinating (nearly 400 posts started and never finished).  So, if I do not address both now, one may never get published, and I consider both of equal importance.

First as usual, I must address any trolls.  Any reference to custody or divorce is no reflection of my personal circumstances and any coincidence is just that, a coincidence.

The headline caught the attention of everyone is south Florida on both sides of the coast.  It even made national news broadcast on CNN.  Of course, I received several emails about the story.  To be honest, I really struggle with how this particular story made the news in the first place, but realize that it only caught headlines, because the doctor who lost custody, while being a woman, is a doctor on the front lines of dealing with the Corona Virus.

I do not have the time to address the millions of issues with the family court system, and this is not the object of this post.  I am also going to refrain from choosing sides because this story was clearly only presented with one side, as the father of the child is not even mentioned.  And honestly, as a child custody advocate, I can tell you it is highly unusual, other than through social media support groups, complaints over custody rarely have any “feet” in a news cycle.  In fact, those that have made any attempts to draw attention to a system that has so many problems, is likely to be met with the judge and litigants involved, resulting in a charge such as “intimidating a judge” for just voicing a negative opinion about a case.  So, I will admit, seeing this on the news really made me feel uncomfortable.

At issue, the mother, is a doctor in Miami, taking care of patients with the Corona Virus.  She has a daughter that she splits time of the child, 50-50 with the father.  In a non-Covid19 world, most parents would welcome this kind of arrangement.  There is no evidence of an existing custody order.

The father, according to the mother’s side of the story, filed for, and received temporary full custody of the child, while the mother performs her duties in the ER.

In front of the judge in her case, the mother was faced with a decision faced by many today with this crisis.  She was being expected to choose between her career and her child.  The explanation by the judge, not unreasonable, the protection of the child from the higher risk of exposure of the mother.  There are many front line medical personnel who fact similar decisions depending if they have loved ones who are vulnerable, or if they themselves are even vulnerable.

Of course the article stirs up a huge debate and outrcry of unfairness by the courts.  The articles and the televised news stories were all one sided, so it is impossible to make a fair and accurate public judgement either way, other than what the judge had ruled.  Again, the judge’s decision was based on what was “safest” for the child.  For instance, I do have the following questions:

  • Was there a pre-existing custody order in place?
  • Is the relationship between the two parents adversarial or complimentary?
  • Is there any kind of domestic history or behavioral concerns in the past?
  • Does the father have any vulnerability risks with the virus that would jeopardize his custody if the child was exposed to the virus or was a carrier?

The answers are relevant, in that could this be a situation of being an opportunist given the current crisis?  The only response from the father came through his attorney, stating that it is only the safety of the child that is of concern.

I have seen my share of cases presented, a parent fighting with every fiber of their being, for the right to care for their child, even during their custodial time.  And the argument can never be accepted that a parent cannot care for the child as a single parent, when there was no issue as a married parent.  This case does not seem to be about actual custody, at least not the way it has been presented.

But the thing that concerns me about the mother’s side, and she clearly states that the hospital where she works, takes all the precautions, and claims that PPE is not an issue, there is a protocol for staff to follow before heading home to family.  And as long as you have done everything you are supposed to be doing, in theory, you should be safe, and so should your family.  The wild card in this, is everyone else.  The mother cannot control what everyone else does as far as their practices and procedures.  There are countless cases of medical personnel on various levels, coming home and infecting family members.  I know of at least one family personally in a small town in PA where I am originally from.  It can happen.

I applaud the mother for wanting to commit to her passion of care for others.  And I have no doubt that she cares very much for her daughter, all the more reason she should want the extra concerns met for the safety of her child.  It is definitely not a situation that I would want to be in.

I would hope that the father is willing to make arrangements for the child to see the mother as often as possible during this time and that the mother is constantly screened to guarantee the safety of their entire family.  Seeing the mother is not just about in person, but also arranging for video and telephone communications.  There is no restrictions on communication.  Again, the story does not go into details about how they will work around the judge’s temporary ruling.  Who knows?  Perhaps in time, the mother could decide that she needs time away from the hospital and take leave.  I am sure the judge would immediately restore the visitation as it was prior.  Fitness of either parent does not seem in question, only the situation.

The other effect of this virus on children, no school.  Yes, many parents, probably most, have had a child that did not want to go to school.  During this crisis, that wish has been granted.  But is it a good thing?  I want to be clear, I am not making any reference to “home schooled” children as their situation is completely different.

As a child, the most extreme situation that I experienced any kind of isolation, was when I came down with a case of Chicken Pox in fourth grade.  Two weeks at home, highly contagious, and itching like crazy.  I actually have a scare on my forehead from one of the pox left behind as the scab was pulled off by a hat I wore to keep warm towards the end.  Those two weeks were easy for me to endure, because I was really sick.  I was not worried about seeing my friends in or out of school.

Snow days, again were different then compared to now.  Even twenty years ago, as we got hit with blizzards and warnings came with “state emergencies” to stay off the roads, we did as we were instructed, not just for our lives, but for the workers who actually needed to be on the roads, first responders, and just as importantly, the snow plow drivers.  But again, these were temporary times.  Were businesses closed down?  Absolutely, but only areas affected by the storm, not nationally.

Getting back to the kids, my daughters have been raised to be very social.  They adapt very well publicly to different environments which was great jumping from nursery school to Sunday School, to elementary school and so on.  Just as when I was a child, I valued my friends.  The difference today, my daughters have all kinds of technology and social media to keep in touch with their friends.  But that technology does not take away the need for actual physical company of those friends, or their classmates.

In talking with several school officials in various school districts and states, students feeling disconnected from school, unmotivated if you will, is becoming common.  No, it is not the ability to cheat off of a test or share homework, the children actually miss hearing the noises in the classroom, breezes as a student walks by on their way to the teacher, laughing in the lunch room.

Parents need to be aware of this.  This whole “learn at home” is new to public school families, and the schools themselves.  What seems to be an honor system, the work will get done, some sort of attendance recording is kept, though not in the form of hours studying.  The only way an inattentive parent will notice if anything is wrong, is when a communication comes from the school mentioning a failing grade, but then it is too late.  While physical presence in the school is over for this school year, the effort still matters.  And while we as adults struggle ourselves with the need to social distance, it is even harder for those with developing minds to grasp the fact that they are expected to undo what we have taught our children, to be social.

The next school year is more than just about opening schools, clean and disinfected, making sure all issues from the prior year are resolved, all the while preparing to return to a regular classroom activity schedule, most likely all the while trying to maintain the health of the students and staff.

Think about it, if schools are expected to open in the fall, and many are still dealing with Covid19, how does a school deal with social distancing in a classroom of 30 students as is common all over the country?  This is just one of many logistics school districts will now have to prepare for.

What cannot be lost however, is what about the kids?  We as adults, unless we have a great great aged relative have any concept of what it is like to get back to life following a pandemic or epidemic.  We as adults struggle with what will be accepted as a “new normal.”  But you know who also will struggle with this?  The children.  When the children return physically to school in the fall, education as they knew it, will have changed.  Of course, there will be those who say kids are resilient, as they have gotten used to and accepted their daily lives prior to this health crisis included the fear of being their turn for a national headline of being shot, or annual lock down drills.

No, this time, when kids return to school, it is going to be totally different for them.  Time not only stopped for them, it skipped over an entire period of time.

Thanks For Ruining A Good Movie


“Groundhog Day.”  A funny movie about a little town in Punxatawny, Pennsylvania and a furry little rodent who is either going to piss off an entire country or make them happy, after he himself is yanked from his comfortable home, his reaction to his shadow is to predict the end of Winter.  In the movie, the main character, filming the story of the groundhog and town, relieves the same day, over and over, and over, that same day being Groundhog Day.  The ironic thing is that the movie was not filmed in Punxatawny, though there is a lot of memorabilia and stories all over this sleepy little area.

Today, Groundhog Day has a different meaning.  Because of Coronoa Virus, for the majority of Americans who do not believe this to be a hoax, and have a genuine interest in wanting to do their part to end this pandemic, are living in their own Groundhog Day.

We wake up.  Maybe watch a little television in the morning.  Perhaps go for a walk.  Squeeze in some reading we have been meaning to do.  Some have actually discovered that they have a family, or what it is like to have to spend time with them.  Cooking skills are being tested and perfected.  Old dogs are learning new tricks with technology, socializing through either Facebook, HouseParty, or Zoom.

For at least thirty days, some longer, this has been the routine, day after day.  And according to the experts who know better, the scientists, this is going to be going on much longer.  We are living our own Groundhog Day.  As one of my friends put it, “don’t look at it as being trapped at home,” but rather “safe at home.”

For most of us, this “reset”, has returned households back to a time, when schedules did not matter, time with loved ones and sharing traditions mattered.  Being restricted to our homes, unable to make sports practices or chorus rehearsals, meetings, part time or full time work, we have gone from hardly getting to spend any time with our families, to being able to watch and relish these special moments we would never have had.

Like others, my days are pretty much the same.  I make my breakfast, followed by a walk.  I will look through the que of stories I have started to write here and decide if I want to finish even one, or start another.  I am making progress on the book I have always wanted to write.  Since I am not getting as much exercise I would like, and this virus being one that attacks the lungs, and me having predispositions because of damage from my cancer treatments, if you walk by, you are likely to hear me singing, which helps me to stretch out my lung capacity.  As I rely on music to help me relax, I have once again dusted off my guitar.  And thanks to so many networks offering free movies and streaming services, there is no reason for me to leave the television.  I also have plenty of time to work on my cooking skills, something I enjoy.

As the reality set in about the possible duration of this pandemic, so did the concern for our fur friends, mainly, could the virus be transmitted from them.

The answer is NO!

In fact, if you have ever been a pet owner, it is during times like we are experiencing, that fur friends can get us through “social distancing” or “stay at home.”  Even better, humane societies and animal shelters all over were encouraging everyone to “foster” out a fur friend.  Sure this could likely result in a permanent situation, like that would be so bad.  But at least temporarily, it would help out organizations that are already strapped financially and physically to capacity to care for.

And if my daughters are reading this, no, I have not gotten another dog or cat.  That is not to say that I have not thought about it.  But I still mourn the loss of my last fur friend, Pollo.

But I have a problem along with my grief.  I have been watching “dog movies” again.  The offer of free movies on premium channels and streaming others, I have been watching favorites like “A Dog’s Purpose,” “A Dog’s Journey,” “Marley And Me,” and so many others.

I do it to myself.

At least I know that my love for a fur friend still is there, and that some day, I might just open my door and heart to another.  And while I like the premise of the “dog’s purpose,” it would be cool if somehow I might see my fur friend Pollo again.  I have been asked, if I would recognize him if he came back, as a different breed, or even a different gender, I know that I would.

I do know that he would be the best to be “at home with”, as he and I shared a lot of time with each other while I was recovering from all of the health crisis I have faced during my survivorship.

But for now, I look at pictures.  A lot of pictures.  My daughters.  Friends.  Places.

Honestly, I have lost track of the day of the week, the number of the date.  Just like when I was going through my treatments, I did not focus on the calendar.  If I did, and I was told that it would have to be longer, that news would be devastating.  So I just did, every day, one day at a time, and that end would come.

I never counted how many times the sun came up, and the sun went down.  But an end came to the most difficult time of my life.  And it happened by just going one day at a time, not worried about how many ahead, or how many had gone by.

And that was the genius of the movie “Groundhog Day.”  All except for the main character, had not realized they were living the same day, over and over again and had no problem repeating everything done just the day before.  It was only the main character who was aware of what was going on, that had the difficulty of dealing with the situation.

That is how we get through Covid19.

How I Will Celebrate Easter This Year


It took a long time for me to open my heart to the holidays following my battle with Hodgkin’s Lymphoma.  My diagnosis and conclusion all occurred around major holidays.  I kept my heart open to the religious aspects of the holidays, but as far as the commercial end, I really wanted nothing to do with the “happy” part of holidays.

It took the adoption of my daughters, the return to the innocence of the holidays for me to once again look forward to the Easter bunny and Santa Claus.  They would be raised with the religious aspects as well, but I can honestly tell you, there is nothing like the excitement and anticipation of watching your own children, rush downstairs in anticipation for what waited for them.

It was important that I carried on the traditions that I enjoyed as a child.  With my daughters being Asian, tradition is something that is one of the most important things to the Asian culture, and I wanted them to know not only Asian traditions, but American as well.

With three families to visit on Easter, Easter was the only holiday that my father had top priority with my daughters.  My dad really enjoyed this holiday with his granddaughters.  An annual tradition, was having an Easter egg hunt in his back yard, followed by a high salt ham dinner, prepared by him.  This continued until his passing in 2014.

My daughters also know this time period being difficult for me, as in 2008, just a few weeks after Easter, I learned the major way my life would change, due to late developing side effects caused from my cancer treatments.  The first such side effect, I was dying from a “widow maker” heart condition, blockage of my heart, resulting in  emergency open heart surgery.

Several years later, I filed for divorce.  As is common with divorce, there has to be an agreement with custody.  I do not refer to them as visitation, as I do not consider myself a visitor.  I am the father of my daughters, and they are with me at certain times of the year as agreed.

Already mentioning holidays not having the same value as they would for their mother, I agreed to have my daughters spend the Easter holiday with their mother, while I would still have them during the Easter break period.

And that is how it has been for the years that followed, until now.

The hardest decision that I had to make, actually several times now, has been to cancel time with my daughters.  The crisis with Corona Virus which has affected the world, has affected so many lives beyond just the health and safety levels.

While my daughters were not even born when I dealt with my Hodgkin’s Lymphoma, they were there when I had my open heart surgery, and several other times, when I faced a medical emergency, including watching me be carried out of my home at 4am in the morning by ambulance, dying from septic pneumonia.  I control what my daughters hear from me in regard to the virus itself, and the possible impact with me.  But they definitely understand the risk and danger with the various exposures  of travelling to see each other.  While science points that the virus is not as much as a risk to youth, they do not want to see anything happen to me.

For the first time, I am unable to actually spend time with my daughters during this holiday period.  And it does weigh heavy on my heart.

One thing that I have always done with them is spend at least some time, in church.  Two years ago, I took them to the church where I used to run a youth group.  On Good Friday every year, the church would hold a very somber service, entirely by its youth.  It was a very powerful and symbolic service that would culminate in the service ending in darkness, and departing in silence, to wait for Easter.  My daughters enjoyed that particular service.  They understand the role of religion in my life, and what role I want it to play in their lives.

This virus has different plans though.  And for the first time, there is no church for me, at least in person.  It is not a hard decision, in spite of government officials not having the guts themselves to make the decision, not to physically attend church.  With technology available, churches have a variety of resources to broadcast services, through radio, television, or streaming.  In spite of this, there are still some churches that feel that it is their responsibility to hold services, even if God allows congregational members to contract and possibly die from the virus.  It would be God’s plan.

That is not the God that I grew up with.

I have made the sacrifices that I have had to make in regard to spending time with my daughters, so that not only would I not contract the virus, but put others at risk.  It really is not that much to ask, for a brief time period, to ask churches to do the right thing, and keep their doors closed, physically, not spiritually and technologically while our country does its best to eliminate this crisis.  I want to spend time with my daughters as much as church goers want to attend church Easter Sunday.  But lives depend on the decisions that we make.

For me, that decision is easy.  Stay home.

Happy Easter.   There is always next year.

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