Guilty Pleasures
If there is one thing that I learned from the movie, “My Big Fat Greek Wedding”, it’s that guilt is a dish served by every culture. As the child of an Orthodox Jew and an Italian Catholic, who converted, there was always plenty of guilt in our house. A whole bunch of years later, I have really tried to NOT bring my three kids into that miserable cycle. Of course, that hasn’t stopped me as a parent from feeling the pain. Take this morning as an example. My fifth grade son had an assembly in school where he was being given an award for perfect attendance during the second semester. Nice touch, sure. Pulitzer, not exactly. The FIRST thing he said to me this morning -- at 6:42am -- was, “are you coming to my assembly today?” In a deep daze, I replied, “I really don’t want to sit there for 45 minutes to hear the names of a bunch of kids I don’t know.” That sound you hear is my “father of the year” nomination flying out the window. An hour later, I dropped my son off at school. T...