![]() For Diamond's SakeA Poem by David P. Eckert![]() Ah, the joys of parenting teenagers!![]()
For Diamond’s Sake Oh my god! Are you for real? and other kind words which have no meaning without that tone, what my friend calls “the ‘tude’” as in “that’s enough ‘tude“ and other teen parentisms. And of course I’m not crying about teen parents, but parenting teens, and where exactly was I going? But in fact that’s exactly the point. Between the “tude” and the blank stares and questions pointed like poisoned spears, and the screaming matches which ignite with the least spark, sounding like banshees in training, you might excuse this lack of solemn focus. It’s not to say this stage of seismic cosmic encounters has no inner silver cloud, for even Cat 5 hurricanes bring those sunny eye of the storm interludes. And it’s fierce fun to watch adult fledglings flap their brains and bravely fly solo, when of course they’re not stuck in some endless lesson in group think with other wet behind the ears and not drying soon like in a hot summer sun thinkers. Survival thoughts fight hand to hand with this warped idea that a parent’s supposed to teach some honest to god moral compass concepts of enduring value and not just run for the nearest wooded hill’s tree clump camouflage until the battle burns out like some managed forest fire. You’ve got to pack your firespade, extinguisher, and everything you need to keep yourself from burning up and out, yet keep the flames alive and endless pressure up for diamond’s sake. © 2008 David P. EckertReviews
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3 Reviews Added on February 8, 2008 Author![]() David P. EckertRoslyn Heights, NYAboutPsychologist, Writer, Painter, Father of 2, Grandpa of 2 cute, smart and beautiful little girls, Husband, Keeper of Dogs, Fish and Fruit Trees and generally Busy Guy. more..Writing
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