See America First: Next Stop, San Francisco! @OnlyinSF

For 11 years we were DINKS (double income, no kids) and traveled to Europe 2x a year. If that sounds fancy, it was not, the hotels were $100 a night, and often the shower leaked into the sleeping area. But it was Europe and we were seeing history.

Along came our son 10 years ago. At age 7 we started traveling around America with him, we felt Europe was too far and he was too young. Our 1st stop was Las Vegas! That was more relaxing at great pools and seeing crazy sites than discovering this great country, and it was our first experiment with a long flight. From their we stayed closer to home and visited Boston, Washington, D.C., and Montreal. We knew in our hearts the next most important city in North America to take our son was San Francisco. We had been twice and had wonderful experiences, we felt that there was a tremendous amount to do and see with kids, so the planning began.

As a blogger the first thing I did was to contact the San Francisco tourist folks. They were helpful in giving me contacts for various venues around the city and that is how we found the contact for our perfect hotel on this trip, the Hotel Nikko (see that review here!).

They provided us with free booklets for the adults,from San Francisco CityPASS,  and we immediately purchased one for our son upon arrival in this great America city. This pass included admission to 6 city sites and had unlimited transport on the city’s muni system which includes the cable cars. Thanks to this pass we used those cable cars every day, a major highlight for the family, especially our son!

With tickets in hand, we jumped on our first cable car. This was #1 on our list of things to do with our almost 10 year old son. It was also the very last thing we did. As many great and amazing things as there are to do in San Francisco, this was my son’s favorite adventure, holding on, riding on the outside, and feeling the wind on his face as we zoomed down the hills of San Francisco at 15 miles per hour! I hope you are all following me on Twitter and Instagram (@gaynycdad on both!), I got some great shots of him like the following:

Now, where would a mixed family of Jewish and Italian heritage go first in San Francisco, your first hint, it was lunchtime:

Several locals told us San Francisco’s Chinatown was not what it used to be. Phooey. We had a Zagat’s guide which we used to find a wonderful lunch. Trust me, we have been to this area on all of our other trips, and we will continue to return!

From there we went to the Embarcadero and visited Pier 1 with all the food shops. It was very difficult not to eat again, but we have a family rule, you must wait at least 1 hour before having another full meal!

The next morning our plans were to visit a local jail:

We had never been to Alcatraz, as adults we thought we were too cool for that, but boy were we surprised  We went because of our son, but quickly realized it was a beautiful island rich with 20th century history. It was a glorious day to see the local flora and fauna, and we enjoyed looking at the jail cells, hearing about the attempted escapes, and learning about recent native American history (they tried to take over the Island in the 70′s!). Since that day. it has been all we can do to get our son to wear something other than his Alcatraz t-shirt, in fact one of our tourist bus drivers nicknamed him Alcatraz, he couldn’t have been happier! Should I be worried?

We also used our CityPASS booklet to do a cruise under the Golden Gate bridge on an extremely cloudy day, this made for a great juxtaposition from our Alcatraz ride:

FYI, my spouse and I never took vacations where we rested. Traveling is an opportunity to see the world. We do leave some pool time now that we are traveling with our son, but to go and “rest” on a vacation seems like a waste for us. We can rest at home on the weekends if need be. If we are going to be in a major world city, we have to be out and enjoying the sites. That is how our family adventures occur! If all my pictures make it seem like we are very busy on vacation, it is because that’s how we do it!

Included in our CityPASS was admission to the Aquarium of the Bay at Fisherman’s Wharf (we were at the Wharf for a few days!) and it was a lot of fun to enjoy their indoor moving side walk while viewing the surrounding fish tank above and around us.

But the #1 sea life viewing is on the side of the Wharf:

Some have suggested that is really my family at the end of Thanksgiving dinner. It is not!

The San Francisco tourist board also provided us with tickets from City Sightseeing. We used that to get to the Walt Disney Family Museum (separate post), the Presidio, Sausalito, and the bowels of the Golden Gate Bridge (plus a fort for my son to hang out in!).

We ran out of time on our last full day in San Francisco to go to the Golden Gate Park, and that is one of the many reasons we are already planning our return trip. We ended up at Children’s Creativity Museum in SOMA. This is where I pulled out my AARP and AAA cards for a small discount! I never leave home without those! We had lunch plans and that’s why we stayed local, my son had such a blast that we ended up back at this Museum after lunch as well. Turns out it was our one rainy day so as luck would have it, the day worked out perfectly without us planning ahead! Mr. Tough Guy (my son) made animated video here!

I have checked, this is age appropriate as scared as it makes the Dads!

Lastly, I met my old swim team buddy, Stu, who I haven’t seen in over 35 years. Thanks to Facebook we had been back in touch, and it was great to meet up in person after all these years!

 

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Disclosure: We received the CityPASS booklet for 2 adults and some other complimentary items. All opinions are always 100% honest and our own.

 

 

Wordless Wednesday – School Pictures! w/Linky!

 

Oh what a difference a year makes!



The Destruction of the American Student

Are our children being bred smarter? I do not think so. Why then are reading standards going up, it has been twice now in the 5 years since my son started Kindergarten. Will this build self esteem? Will this build self confidence?

No, this is the road to destroying children’s minds. They are being pushed to meet higher standards all the time. And the week before we were given the notice that reading requirements were inching up, we received notice that Pre-K was taken out of our school. Now that’s quite counter-intuitive, is it not?

Why do these levels need to go up so often, or at all? Is there a rush? If we agree that children are not being bred any smarter today than 6 years ago, then leave the levels alone. It is not like we deny children the next level of book if they get there on their own. This constant increase in educational standards and requirements serves only to hurt students desire to learn in my humble opinion, which again, is counter-intuitive to the educational process.

 

But that is not all. There is some made up Common Core Curriculum that every school district is starting to embrace. It is my understanding that it is related to the needs of the college graduate. They worked backwards to see how those needs could best be met by college graduation. In doing so, as they get to the younger grades, the children are not developmentally ready for certain aspects of this new curriculum. That does not make any sense to me on any level. That is student abuse. That is stupid. Forcing children to learn material that they are not developmentally ready for is HARMFUL.

So why the Common Core? Money. People are paid to create these educational paths that make no sense. Then everyone is embarrassed to not institute them. And the students suffer. When the people that make the tests make the workbooks that the schools “should” buy, then you have collusion, and therefore greed driving the process, and not a real desire to help children learn. I find this abusive.

 

Lastly, a huge by product of the Common Core is testing. We have state testing to completely destroy our children’s self-esteem, to create anxiety for them to suffer with all through their lives, and to destroy any interest in real education. We are all told that the teachers are not teaching to the test. This is a lie. Everything is all abut the test and very little else. Additionally, concepts are introduced for 1-2 days and then the teachers move on. Nothing is covered in the depth that is required for the students to learn these “rushed” concepts. My son has a 4th grade Math book and he is expected to self teach. He has to read 8 pages ad then do an assignment. The teacher barely discusses the subject matter that the students are reading at home because he does not have enough time. There is too much material for the students to have a chance to grasp concepts on in a proper time frame. Can anyone explain how this helps the educational process? If the teachers weren’t teaching to the test there would be more time for the students to be taught the concepts they need for their education which is what I thought a teacher’s job was supposed to be.

And the students know they have these important tests to take, so they are being taught to be stressed. That is insane. The testing is so important that the majority of them are in an extended day program of 37 minutes, 3 times a week to get extra instruction. From 3rd grade to 8th grade they go through this.

 

Greed, over testing, lack of proper teaching: these are all going to drive our students to the wrong place, to a place of lower self confidence, a place of lower self-esteem, and most importantly to a place of poorer education, not richer. But someone is getting paid.

 

My son is a 4th grade student in a NYC public school. I see no Principals with the nerve to speak out in support of their students, they are all focused on test prep and keeping their jobs. I see no one willing to “rock the boat.” This is beyond disappointing, especially because of the extreme lack of organization for this year – the Common Core was just introduced and at first the State tests would not reflect this change because there was not enough time to design proper tests. Then they did the redesign and no one is prepared, they are getting new information all the time, no one is ready. And the most absurd part of this is that middle schools, who have to see the 4th grade test results to determine who is entering their schools in 2014, have stated off the record that they will be looking at this years scores with “A grain of salt,” if at all! They know all these students are guinea pigs this year!  This is nuts!

 

Disclosure: I have been meaning to write about the ridiculousness of the educational system for awhile and also came across this great article, I suggest everyone read it.

Wordless Wednesday: Academy Award For Best Costume! w/Linky!

Simple, understated, but very clear.

His costume is Palace Guard.

Any questions?



Are You A Good Parent? Valentine’s Day Reflection

I know you all answered yes. And that’s great. I think we are all better parents than our parents were to us, mostly because we are just more conscious of what we are doing, the choices we make, and the research we do to raise our children. Our parents did not do all of the aforementioned because the times were different and they did not have to.

So you are a good parent, so what, who cares? For me, that is only half the job. The other half is marketing.

Does your kid know you are a good parent? What a waste if they don’t. I am a firm believer in the marketing method of parenting. When my son complains about my disciplinary procedures, I explain to him that he is getting a much laxer punishment than I received. In my heart I understand he would rather have no discipline, but if I explain the harsher discipline of the “olden days” I may get credit for being a better parent than he thought.

And sometimes I take it a step further. I have had instances where I have had to defend my child’s behavior at his school. Well, why shouldn’t I get credit from him for doing that? This is not like the highest level of charitable giving that our religious institutions raise us with that says anonymous giving is the highest form of charity. No, if I am going to work hard for my kid, he needs to know, I share with him what I have done. If he was there, I remind him of how defensive I got on his behalf. I want some of his self esteem to come from the fact that he had a parent who fought for him, who defended him, and who took the best care of him that he could have. Sometimes I have to make sure he knows this by selling myself, by marketing my work!

We went to the movies over this past weekend. My son loves the fruits of my blog labor. Sometimes he fails to understand that some of that labor must come from him. Just take the damn picture in front of the movie poster for my blog post! Just let me check my email to see if Alison or Adam wrote back to say where they were sitting! I had to go to the Javits Center afterwards and left my spouse and son to go home, I was furious the whole mile walk over there. And then I realized, my 9 year old’s behavior is not what matters here, it is my reaction. Holy crap, what a revelation. I know the relationship I want with my son, and I know only I can lay the groundwork to hopefully, if I am lucky, achieve that relationship. I may not, but at least I can give it my best effort. That evening we had a talk, I told him how I grew up, I told him how I wanted him to grow up, I told him how I wanted to have a different relationship with him than I had with my dad. I wasn’t thinking in terms of marketing at this point, I was just talking about my feelings and asked him to talk about his. Perhaps this was the most direct form of marketing that I could have done,

I want my son to grow up knowing that whatever happens between us, that even though I am the disciplinarian, I am also his biggest supporter and fan. I want him to know deep in his heart that daddy Mitch always came to his defense, always supported him and most importantly respected him enough to talk to him about any mutual issues that arose between us.

And if you think I have over thought this whole parenting thing, you are 100% correct!

Boys & Guns

The recent hot topic of gun control, which comes up stronger and stronger after every horrific incident in this country, needs to be discussed from the perspective of a dad who is against guns, raising a son who lives for weaponry.

We are NYC, Manhattan, pacifistic gay parents. We are against guns. When our son was little, believe it or not, a hot topic in the playground was whether or not to even allow water guns. Yes, we are that extreme in Manhattan.

My entire mind set changed when, at the age of 2 1/2, at a friends Christmas party, my son came out of their basement, after being there for 2 minutes, with 2 guns. A gun in each hand. Not just 1 gun, but 2.

That is when my realizations started to change. Perhaps love of guns/weaponry is an innate thing. I know that is a very difficult idea for many people, but from my anti-gun viewpoint, watching my son growing up and watching his natural affinity for guns, has made me alter my thinking.

He is a typical boy. Denying him guns didn’t work. He would make a gun with 2 of his fingers. Now he can make weapons with just pieces of paper. He does so all the time. It may be genetic, it may be in the straight male code. I don’t know what it is, but I feel it is perfectly natural, this attraction to guns and other weapons. And again, I do not support it, but we need to look closely at this subject because we need to accept that it is innate, and move forward to guide the situation, rather than think it is something we can “fix.”

Boys playing cops and robbers is not something that we teach them, of all the things they see on TV and in the movies, that is what they desire to copy. And regarding video games, my 9 1/2 year old son loves watching his older cousins play violent video games. I won’t allow them in my house at his age, but I can’t deny that he is naturally attracted to that action.

We recently spent a long weekend at Walt Disney World. We enjoyed the Indiana Jones show so much that we saw it twice. My son was begging for a souvenir (no surprise) and finally settled on a pistol, just like Indiana used. If this had occurred after the recent shootings I am sure I would have said no and been able to convince him. At the time I allowed him to buy the gun, I understand it provides necessary role play for boys, he is not looking to go out and one day commit murder. (Footnote, he forgot he has it, and I hid it. I am not beyond manipulation!)

So before you judge, take an honest look at how we are wired as a species. Because while gun control is super important, and one of the hot topics of the day, we cannot deny that there is a natural instinct to be attracted to weapons, most prominently in boys. Once we understand this we can move forward in the most successful way. Living in denial won’t solve the problem, but guidance through honest understanding of our own DNA, might.

Wordless Wednesday – National Dance Institute Performance! w/Linky!



Prayer

Before we talk about prayer, we have to talk about G-D. I am not comfortable writing that out, that is how I was raised in Hebrew School, not to write the Lord’s name, then the paper becomes holy, we would al have to much saved paper!

Do I believe in G-D? I don’t know. I do know that I believe in a higher power, I do think there is a power greater than myself out there, and I have made the conscious decision to call that G-D. I have named that higher power G-D  more as a focal point than anything else. Or a nickname if you will.

I was raised in the Jewish faith and always believed in a G-D, I just felt that he had no interest in me. And maybe that’s true. But as an adult, I have been taught to take responsibility for myself and my actions. Perhaps I was not doing my half of the work as a youth, after all it takes 2 to tango, and if I want to dance with a higher power, maybe I have to be the one to lead, or at the minimum, take action.

Huh? That means, I have to take the first step. That first step for me is opening up a dialogue. With whom? With what? With the great spirit of the universe? I don’t know, hence the giving of the nickname.  The point here is I have to take the first step and start talking to G-D.

So, what do you say? “Hey, how you doin?” Why not? There are no rules; I no longer believe that only an organized religion can tell me how to talk to my higher power. That is my personal decision, it is just important that I do the work, start talking, and open up the communication.

How does this all work? How should I know? But I will take a stab at it. I can pray and say “G-D, please keep me from getting sick.”  But you know, that feels one sided. I prefer, “G-D, please help me to not get sick, just for today.”  If you read that the way I meant it to be read, it means I have to participate in this transaction. Basically, I am asking this higher power to help me, help myself. Again, that means, if the thought pops into my head to do something preventative, like take a cough drop right when I feel a scratchy throat, or wear a scarf, to take any step I wasn’t going to take, until saying that “prayer” reminded me, than perhaps saying the prayer was its own self-fulfilling prophecy. And so what, as long it works.

Growing up I might have asked G-D to not make me gay. That doesn’t work. Praying for help with acceptance of who you are by nature of how you were born, that might work. I try not to be specific, and again, I try to acknowledge that I have a responsibility in the prayer transaction.

BUT, you want to know the BEST PRAYER ever? “G-D, thy will be done, not mine.” OK, stolen from the 12 steps, but here’s  the theory behind this one. The universe, the karma of living a useful life, the higher power, and/or G-D, want what’s best for me. That is my choice of belief, or rather, that is what I strive for. And one time I had actual proof of all of this working!

We started laying the ground work for our adoption process several years before our son was born. As we moved along the path, I used that prayer, G-D, thy will be done, not mine. And it was easy, because I was absolutely horrified at the complete lack of control I had over the result of this journey. So I let go more than I ever have before. And I just took the next step in front of me, the next right action, and prepared for an adoption that really was an impossibility. We had no money, we had no plan, and we had no way to care for a child. And we knew even less.

So we finally went to the support group I knew about, we got a social worker through that group, we hired a lawyer the social worker recommended, and we hired an adoption adviser that the lawyer recommended. We took the next step in front of us and just moved along the path, asking the universe for guidance along the way. And by asking the universe for guidance along the way, I mean I prayed to G-D. See, there are multiple ways to view that action, none right or wrong; my core belief is only that you have to ask.

You already know the end of the story. G-D’s will was done completely, 100%, and perfectly. I still marvel at the amazing child I was given to raise, I will never forget the angels that guided us every step of the way, and I am even more grateful that I prayed instead of trying to control any possible outcomes.  The universe picked the child; we just had to take the next right step in front of us.

So 2 old, poor, gay guys adopted an infant at birth. Happens all the time these days. And it is my belief that I was taken care of by the universe, and I believe I was taken care of because I ASKED!

Is this perfect, am I perfect, is my life a bed of roses? Not at all. The hardships have not decreased, the work is still arduous, but my dream came true. And I feel that I had support from the “universe,” or “higher power,” or G-D.

This post is not about the adoption, this post is just an example of what I look at when wondering if there is a spirit guiding us. I believe this praying, or asking, or participating, works. Just my own humble opinion from my own experiences, as I choose to see them. And on the simplest level, I think talking to “G-D” can also be a way to reinforce our own desires, perhaps give us a little push forward. But the concept that G-D is within us, is for a whole other conversation!

Gay is OK, What a Relief.

Yes, I do feel more validated since I got married in September.

I do feel that my relationship has more legitimacy, I do have more confidence, and I am even further out of the closet!

Growing up in the 70′s, realizing I was gay was not easy. I tried to sublimate it as much as possible. I tried to participate in sports as a way to hide my feeling of inadequacy, and lord knows that was not a help! Although I did make it as far as the varsity swim team for my freshman year of college. My son and spouse have instructions to bury me in my varsity swim jacket when the time comes. I earned that.

Coming out in college to my family and friends in the early 80′s was not a huge deal, but the scars of self hatred never fully leave you, they are something that have to be dealt with and resolved over long periods of time. Like most, I am a work in progress, and I am OK with that.

My coming out coincided with that period of time when  HIV/Aids was also growing in the gay population. That was the perfect excuse to drink instead of date. That pretty much sums up my 20′s.

In my 30′s, with the new found strength I received through the help of a 12 step program,, I began to take control of my life and face my own imagined fears as they related to my life. I even got up the nerve to put an ad in the Village Voice to look for a mate! As I joke, but it is really the truth, 6 months and 24 interviews later, Peter landed the job.

We had a strong connection right away, and during one of our dates, where we would walk all over Manhattan  we ended up in a toy store and discussed kids. He thought as a gay man he couldn’t have kids, I on the other hand stated that I fully intended on adopting as I had seen my younger brother have a child, ,and if he could accomplish it, then  I surely could!  I ignored the fact that I was in debt up to my ears and broke, (and I didn’t mention that my brother had a baby the easy way, figure that one out for yourself!), because I had hope. I think that hearing that having kids was an option for gay people cemented our relationship that day for my new boyfriend and me.

Eventually we went to a gay support group, Wannabe Dads and Moms, and the message that rang out for me was that our child would get a sense of us from how we interacted with the world. That meant if we wanted him to have a positive message about his gay parents, we would have to present that positive message to the world as proud gay men. I have a neighbor who ran into us that fateful night, she said I did not come out of the closet to her, I flew out!. Yes, you already know I get carried away easily, and no fairy wing jokes please!

By the time we adopted our infant son it was no longer uncommon for gay people to have kids. Of course we did beat Elton John and Doogie Howser to it, but we were not really pioneers. I became daddy Mitch to my son’s entire daycare, even the adults and other parents, and I could not be happier.

We live in NYC, we did all the legal paperwork, but for 13 years of the 20 we have been together, our relationship was still that of only domestic partners.

Then Governor Andrew Cuomo of New York got the gay marriage bill passed and it became law at the end of 2011. Sensing the moment had come, seeing the direction that shows like Will & Grace and Modern Family had helped move the country toward, and feeling the Supreme Court of the United States of America would soon hear a gay marriage case, I proposed:

“We need to get married for the benefits, and to be ready for the Supreme Court OK’ing our civil rights, or we need to end everything now and get separated.” I was as romantic as I could muster!

Eventually, with a lot of negotiation, we took the plunge!

So guess what? I feel legal now. I have a husband! And so does he. I really feel that I am legitimized as a gay man now. As hard as I have worked towards this goal my whole adult life, I finally feel the support of my government, even if it is only on the state level.

What does this mean? It means I don’t wait for folks to assume we are a gay couple with a kid, I come right out and state that fact, more vehemently than I ever have before. I have to anyway, some people think I am the kids grandpa, and one cabbie thought I was my spouse’s dad!

I have a pride in myself that I never had before. We leased a car last week and I walked around the dealership with a puffed out chest, “Yeah, we’re married, what about it?” Not that anyone cared of course, but 2 sales folk did mention how they loved the gays, but you know a good salesman will say anything!

So I look forward to the day that I am eligible for my spouse’s social security benefits, and the day the federal government grants me the same rights as you straights  In the meantime, my state stepped up to the issue, and I feel more empowered than ever before!

People Are Not Their Skin Color.

That is how we have raised our son. People are not a color or a size or anything else that may set them apart descriptively in a different way from us. Because we either look for similarities or we celebrate everyone’s differences.

And differences abound. We know families with single moms either through adoption or surrogacy. We know many people with many different and/or mixed heritages. Our neighborhood is not homogeneous, thank goodness.

I grew up feeling different than everyone around me. That was not a comfortable feeling. I couldn’t wait to move into NYC to get lost in the millions so people could not identify me as the gay one, the fat one, or just the sissy. Yes, full of self esteem I was.

And my son is different. So I want him to feel he is similar to everyone in that everyone is different. He is adopted, he is mixed race, he has 2 dads. Could he be more set apart? Not in a homogeneous area. Thankfully our neighborhood, our school, our environs, are filled with a wonderful melange of folks. My son may go to a school that is whiter in it’s population and then to the boys club that is darker in its population  but we feel we have successfully raised him not to notice. And from what we can tell, he doesn’t notice, he just sees boys that could be his friends  Yes, he is one of those, everyone is his friend from the onset. So different from me who grew up afraid of everyone. I think his attitude will serve him well in life.

So then he comes home and tells me black this, black that, Rosa Parks was at the back of the bus, blacks were slaves, etc. I know this is part of American history, I know it is important to learn, but I also feel it undoes my work in teaching him we are all one people. I don’t harp on the fact that the Jewish people have been persecuted through the ages because I don’t want him to feel he is set apart from people of other religions. And I don’t want him to look at people with a different skin color as different from him. But I feel that the school curriculum has taken that away from me. And in my heart I know this must all be taught, but I feel that pinpointing differences is not the way to go anymore.

Blacks were slaves in America. Jews were slaves in Egypt, gays have always been persecuted, etc.. My fear is he is being taught to see differences in people, while I am trying to teach we are all in this together. Illustrate how everyone was oppressed, not just one people,  don’t harp on the differences amongst people, temper this information with examples of how we are all the same, how many peoples have suffered, etc.

I say it is time to move forward as one people, not as many separate factions. We all need to learn to teach our children in a new way. But how?

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