|As good as any at the fair - and in those little holder bowls too!|
I see some I know whose children will laud each other with endless posts telling of how much they adore their siblings, or their parents, or anything like that in the family. My sons? Nope.
Not that they aren't affectionate. After my dad's heart attack, he dropped some of that old Depression era distancing and became a bit more loose with his emotions. I passed that onto my sons who, in their daily actions, will display words of affection in ways that would have made my pre-heart attack dad a bit unconformable.
But beyond that, there's not much in the way of 'social media era' fuzziness. What they do, however, is this.
Right now, two of my sons are in a 'being single' stretch in life. Our third oldest, at the tender age of 21, is already a store manager eying an area manager position. His goal is not to work in the food industry forever, but to learn the ins and outs of business, amass enough money so that if he must get a college degree it will be a side expense he can afford, and eventually move into entrepreneurship. My oldest son is busy finishing college with an eye toward graduate school. His studies and scholarships occupy his time. Our fourth son being too young for that sort of thing. But that's where their time goes.
Our second son, on the other hand, is now graduated, and working to move up the corporate ladder as he contemplates continuing school or just moving more up the ladder. And his extra time he has now? It has been filled by his relationship with a delightful young lady who is everything a Christian dad could hope for his son.
They began dating earlier in the year, and it's been tough owing to the Covid pandemic. Because of my mom and now my wife, we must be extra cautious. We haven't gotten the vaccines, for reasons I have already discussed. But we balance that by continuing to be more or less in lockdown/quarantine mode. As I've said before, the years that led up to Covid with their endless trials and injuries and health crises more than prepared us as a family to be anchored to the homestead.
But for him and his girlfriend, they've found creative ways to go out and about nonetheless, without putting themselves into large crowd situations. Because of the uptick in the Covid cases, they chose not to go to our county fair this year. They had hoped to, and I know my son was wanting to take her to where he went so many times as a child. But they decided it wouldn't be a good idea. She was as understanding as our son.
So - and this is the point - my other sons decided to put on a fair for them. The intent was to set up games and fun around the house and in the yard - complete with prizes - but weather did not cooperate. Still, with the help of our oldest chef son, and money from our third oldest (who makes more than I made when the family moved to Ohio back in 2000) we also built a menu of homemade fair food: Funnel cakes, fries and malt vinegar, corndogs, gyros, baklava, and sausage sandwiches. The type of vittles we always got when we took the boys to the fair when they were little.
We then watched the old 1973 animated version of Charlotte's Web, since our youngest hadn't seen that yet. He read the book some time back, but we thought that would work because of the country fair emphasis at the end.
That's how my boys do it. They aren't the #Awesome Family types. They simply - do things. When one needs something, the others are there with little fanfare or noise. When one is in trouble, the others drop what they're doing and step up to the plate. Even when there is some major crisis - like when my mom had hear near fatal health scare - they come together and display an amazing amount of instinctive teamwork.
No, they don't rush off to social media to talk about it. But they show it, and that's just fine with me. I'm the one that does the lauding.
|From L-R: Son #1,#3,#4,#2|