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Life As A Dad, And A Survivor

A Parent Who Gets “IT”


When you hear the word “deadbeat”, the very first thing that comes to mind, and usually accompanied with that thing is rage, is the word “Dad”.  It is unfortunately a stereotypical thing, because no one every thinks or believes that a mother could be a “deadbeat” parent.  The media is very good at presenting only the male version of the parent who intentionally avoids paying child support obligations.

And there is the key point, that no one takes into consideration, the word “intentionally.”  A “deadbeat parent” and I am intentionally leaving it gender-neutral because there are offenders in both genders.  But the operative word is “intentionally” as in avoiding to pay child support.

A “meme” that I came across to strike my point home is worded as follows (I am not actually picturing the meme because it is gender specific, but in words, it is gender neutral):  “Just because you are a single parent, doesn’t mean the other parent is a deadbeat.  It just means that people only know your side of the story.”  And this is true in most of the cases.  We only hear what one person “confides” in us about their former spouse.  We never hear from the other spouse because after all, we are loyal to our friends and family (well, in most cases anyway), so we just assume that the information is 100% accurate.  It must be true, and we must stand together and bring this “deadbeat” to justice!  Grab the pitchforks and torches.

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But seriously, just what if there is another side to the story.  What if a parent simply needs more time to come up with the support award, and has legal processes in action to do so, just waiting for typical red tape to be resolved?  Or perhaps sanctions placed to punish the parent into complying but actually making things more difficult to resolve financially.  Seriously, can a society expect a person to get a job with the following credentials:  bad credit report, passport seized, bank accounts seized, drivers license suspended (a good one – how can they get to work or even apply for a job, and the big one, incarceration?  Again, how can someone get or keep a job if they are in jail, let alone be hired for one with a criminal record.  Or even worse, what if the non-custodial parent is dealing with such severe health issues, that combined with court sanctions, make it even more difficult to support the award?  In recent months, I have met many different scenarios of parents dealing with child support and visitation issues.  And the crazy thing is, as opposed to the way things are presented in the media, usually one-sided, there are very differing situations and are being handled much more different that what I, and perhaps you the readers, have been led to believe.

Off the top of my head, here is a brief summary of the situations I referred to above:

*  3 mothers who have never even asked for child support, knowing that a) a bigger battle would have become of the divorce as well as the potential for alienating the father

*  2 sets of parents who actually get along, much better at being divorced than having been married

*  2 parents who wait for notices to appear in court for back support, and then take from their living expenses (meaning their rent or mortgage then is not paid)

The thing about the above situations is that none of these are “intentional.”  Yet, if you mention the situation, “no child support being paid,” our minds have been trained to automatically sound the war cry “DEADBEAT!!!”

And in fairness, I also know of two parents who are going through a difficult fight indeed, because the other parent wants nothing to do with the child (or children).  In fact, funds are available, but there is so much animosity between the parents, each parent wanting only to harm the other, especially emotionally, but only the child (or children) is hurt.

This is where the following story I came across summed everything up for me:

Briefly, it is a post that was printed in the New York Times last month, written by Kimberly Seals Allers.  Her former spouse owed more than $38750 in child support, an amount that all of us who have nothing at stake in this issue that would have us all cry out “DEADBEAT DAD!!!”  The story was obviously spurred on by the murder of Walter Scott, a father who was shot and killed, unarmed also, simply for running from an officer to avoid being taken to jail for back child support.  The tragedy was bad enough for a man to have needlessly lost his life, but a child lost their father.

Ms. Allers states, “Earlier this year, I spent three hours sitting on a hard, wooden bench in the Queens County Family Court, waiting for a judge to approve my petition to forgive $38,750 in child support arrears from my ex-husband.”  Of course, the judge had to make sure that the obviously confused mother had received proper counsel, and family and friends and other single parents were completely baffled as to the sanity of Ms. Allers.  But further in her post, she writes, “We have too often reduced nonresidential fathers to being weighed and judged by a financial transaction. If you don’t pay, you’re a “dead beat.” End of one story, beginning of a new one, one that can mean suspended drivers’ licenses and professional licenses, seized bank deposits and tax refunds, and the very real risk of jail time. The family of Walter Scott, who was fatally shot in the back following a traffic stop, speculates that a similar narrative led him to flee the police, fearing another lost job and another jail stint. It can also mean some mothers blocking access to children (called “pay per view”) and children becoming pawns in a game that puts their development and psychological well-being on the line.”

You can view the rest of the post from the link I provided up above.  But you can see clearly why, with such an extreme large amount, she finally “got” what was so important.  The children.

I have always told my daughters that their parent’s divorce, is just that, between the husband and the wife, not between the parent and the child.  NEVER! between the parent and the child.  It is too easy as it is for a child to begin to believe that they are at blame for the marriage to have come to an end.

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Ms. Allers continues, ” “child support” also means emotional support, academic support and the supportive power of a male influence in a child’s life. Negating that value is dangerous to our children. Regardless of what I think of him, my children love their father and doing my part to keep that feeling alive is priceless to me.”

Make no mistake, parental alienation of any kind, even if is cause and effect of the financial demands that have been put in place, is emotional child abuse.  Pitting a child against another parent, and then hiding behind the court orders as the reason, is still parental alienation.

And then it happened for Ms. Allers.  ”

“But last June, my daughter graduated from middle school. She wanted nothing more than for her father, who has moved back to his native England, to attend her graduation. (Our children spend 6 weeks there with him every summer.) He could not travel to the United States to attend, he and his new wife said, because of his child support arrears and subsequent arrest warrants.  My daughter was beyond disappointed that he wasn’t there. I would have paid the $38,000 myself if I could to remove that look from her face. What I could do was to be sure it didn’t happen again, and take the words “arrest warrant” out of the language my children associate with their father.”

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The moral of the story is this, you cannot replace in a child’s heart and memory, what has been take from them, EVER!  And Ms. Allers realized, though be it too late, that whatever bitterness that existed between she and her former spouse, should never have had an impact on her kids.

Both parents, custodial and non-residential need to be involved in their children’s lives, emotionally, academically, and from a mentor point of view.  The squabbles between the spouses, ironically, the issues that caused the divorce are often never even dealt with even after the divorce is final, those squabbles need to be kept to just the parents.

If a child has both parents, that child needs both parents.  If a child has only a single parent for whatever reason, but has other support from family members, that child needs that.

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But understand this simple concept, the only ones who know the children well enough, are the parents, not the courts.  The courts are only going to rule the way the law allows them, which in many cases is not in the best interest of the children.  Now of course, the devil’s argument would be, that if you can work out things calmly without going to court, then why not stay married?  Because as I said, the issues that lead up to a divorce, not to be confused with an event that precedes the filing, never get resolved.  But yes, if the process were left up to simple mediation, then perhaps the best interests of the children would finally be considered.

The thing is, once you have taken a parent away from a child, the time can never be given back, even if arrears can be settled.  Once time is lost, it is lost.  Perhaps other options can be considered to allow more time when the custodial parent is not in an immediate need, that would allow the non-custodial parent to arrange for the arrears, either by way of petitioning for the temporary suspension.  And this does not even mean modifying or requesting termination of the award.  Sometimes time is all that is needed to provide the momentum to turn things around.  But when only money is the motivating factor, and according to one lesson I learned in church as a child, 1 Timothy chapter 6 verse 10 quotes, “money is a root of all kinds of evil, and in eagerness to get rich, some pierce themselves with many pains.”

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My dad always wished he could have done things differently.  That much he did tell me before he died.

A Tough Week In The Old Stomping Grounds


I still try to keep up on current events back in my hometown and surrounding areas.  It is always such a surreal feeling whenever I get to go back to Pennsylvania, because now I call Florida my home.  And the changes I see, are not subtle at all.  There is no adjustment to the changes in the sceneries whether it be a new giant strip mall, or a new pizzeria that has opened.  But then again, some things never change.

But over the last week, some very sad news, some very tragic news has been dealt to my hometown area.  And undoubtedly, both events will have an impact on me, not just the next time I visit the area again, but as you will see in the second part of this story, the effect on any parent will be immediate.

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First, the area lost an old local favorite eatery to a fire.  The Buckeye Tavern which existed in a building that was well over 300 years old according to reports in the local newspaper, The Morning Call was destroyed by a fire during the dinner hours.  The tavern has had many names over the years, and my first experience in this building was back when it was called “The Macungie Hotel”.  My mother used to take my sister and I there.  My dad and I enjoyed my first “legal” beer there.  Admittedly, I enjoyed it much more as an adult, eating there several times, and often times, accompanying other friends and family to the restaurant.  The prices, the service, and the food were more than enough reason to come back again, and again.

The last time that I ate at the Buckeye Eye Tavern, was last year, and I was still a resident of Pennsylvania.  I was visiting my father, and a friend was with me, visiting him as well.  We stopped at the Buckeye for dinner afterwards.

The restaurant was completely destroyed and the video that I have seen of the fire, is indeed tragic.  I am hopeful that the owner is successful in rebuilding this wonderful place to eat.

But the next story is just completely tragic.

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Two young girls, age 11 crossing the street are hit by a car.  One died, the other is clinging to life as of last report I heard from back home.  I want to be delicate with this portion about the post, because I do not want this to be about blame, as much as I want it to be about awareness, and prevention.

I know the exact location of this tragedy quite well.  I grew up in the town.  My favorite ice cream snack stand was on one corner of the intersection, on another corner, the barber shop I got my hair cut.  The ice cream stand, I had to cross the street for two corners, while the barber shop, only one.  And on the corner from where I began, was where I picked up my morning newspaper route for early morning delivery when I was a teenager.

The street itself is quite busy, much busier than when I was a child, but the speed limit has always remained the same, and as long as it is followed, it should not be an issue.  I remember a childhood friend suffering minor injuries on that same street back in the early 1970’s after being hit by a car.

Again, this is not going to be about blame.  I know nothing about the driver, though reports in the Morning Call said that no charges were pending, and that it appeared he was not in the wrong.

But I know, from the years I lived in that area, and surrounding areas, the dangers of children just “appearing” from between cars out of nowhere.  In school, the same school that these two children attended, I remember being taught to “look both ways, and then back again” before crossing the street.  It was a strategy that I used to teach my own children how to cross the street.

This was a horrible tragedy for the families, the driver, the school, and the community.

At best we can only hope, that from this, as parents, we emphasize the importance of looking before crossing the streets.  As drivers, we really do need to be hyper-aware for the unexpected.

But there is a false sense of security with crossing the street these days, actually two.  And again, this has nothing to do with the accident itself, but rather, preventing an accident by making the following poor decision.  In most states, cars must stop for people crossing in crosswalks, you know, those white hash lines that go from one corner across the street to the other.  Somehow, we believe that all cars are going to magically stop, just because those white lines are there.  As parents, we have to make sure that while we want our children to cross at lights, or stop signs, those white hash marks are no guarantee that cars will stop.  And you can see this in major cities as well like Manhattan.  As long as the traffic signal is the white stick figure, we are supposed to be safe crossing the street.  The only guarantee to not being hit by a car, is to not cross into its path.

The final comment I want to make on crossing the streets however, is an observation.  And again, this has nothing to do with this particular tragedy, but rather trying to prevent one from occurring.  On numerous occasions, I have come across young children and teenagers, who not only do not cross at intersections where it is more likely to be safe, but feel have some sense of invincibility, bravado, cockiness about them, and are bold enough to believe they can “make you stop” your car for them simply by walking directly into the path.  And often times, they look right at you as your are driving toward them, as if challenging you, that you will stop for them.  This goes beyond not paying attention to crossing, this is about attitude, and some day, for someone it will be a deadly attitude.

As parents, we need to not only teach our children when they are young about the proper and safe way to cross the street, but we have to emphasize it again and again.  Remember, I am talking about preventing a tragedy, not pointing blame at this one.

My heart goes out to everyone impacted by this tragedy.  I know when I go back to my old hometown, as I pass by that intersection, because I lived one block from there, my heart will feel sorry.

And yes, even from miles away, I have been emphasizing being safe crossing the streets to my daughters.

My Dad Was Just Like Me


I wrote a story about the later part of my life with my father.  I published it back in April, but I thought, I would republish it today.  Please enjoy.

 

My Dad Was Just Like Me

 

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“Like Father, like son.” A timeless expression echoed by the lyrics to the song, “Cats In The Cradle,” popularly recognized from Harry Chapin. The song tells the story of the birth of a son, the absence of the father in his life because he is trying to provide for his son. When the son is grown and on his own, the father tries to capture moments of fatherhood, only to find out his son is busy juggling his own life between work and family. One of the final lyrics in the song, the father says, “As I hung up the phone it occurred to me, he’d grown up just like me. My boy was just like me.”

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For years I had often wondered, what would have reminded my father about me. But it was during my father’s battle with lung cancer, I discovered a new expression, “like son, like Father.” Most people grow up with two main role models in their life, their parents. But how often does a child get thrust into the role of role model for a parent?

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My father had reached out to me, a long term cancer survivor, because he had just received news that doctors think he might have lung cancer. Though the news should not have come as a shock for a sixty-year-smoker, a spot on his lung was confirmed by a PET scan. My father was now the fifth family member besides me, to be diagnosed with cancer. And up to this point, I was the only one who had survived.

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The times had changed dramatically even in just over two decades since I had been treated for Hodgkin’s Lymphoma. There were better options available. Better technologies were to diagnose patients. Even the chemotherapy suites were more inviting, like a local coffee shop complete with meals and entertainment.

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As time went on, my father underwent successful surgery to remove the tumor. Under doctor’s recommendations, my father underwent both chemotherapy and radiation therapies for preventative measures. It was during the radiation treatments, something went horribly wrong. Though there was no evidence of his lung cancer present during even the chemotherapy, some cells that had survived the chemo had transformed into an even more aggressive, and rapidly growing cancer.

We were all gathered by his side when the doctors came to discuss the situation with my father. His cancer was now terminal. My father always knew that lung cancer had been a possibility, and that he had cancer, and might die from it. But up until that moment, he believed he would beat it. Refusing to give up hope, although acknowledging the doctor’s prognosis, my dad’s response to the doctor’s final question, broke me down into tears due to the words, I was not prepared to hear.

The doctor and his care team had just explained to my father all the things that they would do to care for him, as the cancer progressed, to keep him comfortable. But my dad’s denial and defiance shined bright when the doctor asked, “What is one thing we can do for you right now?” My father responded, “I want to be a survivor like my son.” He pointed over to me as everyone in the room turned their heads in my direction.

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This hit me two ways. I beat my cancer, Hodgkin’s Lymphoma. I had his genes, his personality, his pride, his determination, and perseverance. If anyone had a better chance of defying a cancer death sentence, it was my father. I survived cancer. My dad witnessed it could be done.

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But in that same moment, I saw his comment for what I truly think he meant. We never expressed feelings in my family, and up to that point, my father and I could have just been two ships passing in the night. But I took his words that I will always remember, he was telling me that he was proud of me. I had never heard that from my father before that moment.

He would live another three months. And as I sat by his bedside each and every day, we share memories that we remembered, and memories that we did not share in the past. We forgave each other for things we had done and said. And during the night before he passed, as he lapsed into a calm and peaceful state, for the first time in our lives, he heard my voice, not in spoken form, but in music. As I said goodbye to my father, who was a true survivor and just could not recognize it, I sang to him, the words that I could not speak, “Cats In The Cradle.”

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In the end “Dad”, your boy is just like you. I am glad we had the chance to know that.

Dad, I miss you so much.

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