Who are you?

A recent survey asked both men and women in the forties if you had to describe who you are in one word what word would that be?  Some said power while others said prestige and excellence.  Not one person who took the survey tried to embrace all of their roles in life inside one word, and all seemed to describe just the one word that stood out for them the most.  In the end, those who wrote the survey wondered why descriptive words such as love, caring, and faith were not addressed.  A brief discussion then followed about what life would be like without love and faith.  They also believed that if the survey takers were more loving and faithful others emotions such as stress and worry would decrease significantly.  I thought it was pretty cool I was most passionate for forensic work but I totally neglected my roles as husband and father and by doing so I realized how unbalanced life had become.  Who are you?

Hey, Siri. Teach My Kid To Ride A Bike.

Our family has had a small dilemma for the last six years, that being my youngest son who hasn't wanted to learn to ride a bike.  Now, he's nine years-old.  For one reason or another he just didn't want to learn citing that "I'm a gamer not a biker. " So, the school year began and suddenly his friends are riding their bikes and he doesn't want to be left out.  Feeling his pain, we went to Target and bought a safe beginner's bike.  Naturally, with three hours left of the long weekend, my wife asks me if I'd taken our son to teach him to ride.  I admit I became somewhat irritable and said, "This is not like vacuuming carpet every Sunday, Dear. This would be a fantastic challenge that requires much planning." And I was right.  In a little less than five minutes I got my son into gear and we headed off to the wild practicing on trails behind our house.  I said to him, "Just pedal and the rest will come naturally, son."  He listened and pedaled right into the creek.  My son had a bloody nose, bloody lip, and blood-stained shirt screaming so miles of neighborhood could hear him, including I'm sure the Department of Social Services. "This is not working for me," my son said. I needed to ask one very import question.  Does my son need me to learn to ride a bike or could Siri do it? What I was really telling myself is his mother should probably take the wheel on this one so my kid doesn't require Flight For Life.  No go.  I won the gig according to my wife and my son would be learning how to ride a bike from his father.  Ok, fine, but I was thinking me and my son could start this journey at the worst point in the creek and work from there.  Know what I mean? As long as we were in hell at the core of the earth he wouldn't have to worry about falling. That's where will start next time unless Siri has a better idea.