In exactly two weeks today my eldest will be 14 years old. It’s hard to remember where the time’s gone. It feels like it was just the other day that my husband and I made the frantic dash to the hospital and yet here we are today. As I drove home from work yesterday, I couldn’t help but reflect on the miracle that is my son.
Every day I see him making brave, informed choices with clear and thoughtful intent. He’s not afraid to problem solve, seek solutions, ask questions and try new things. He’s not afraid to try and work through issues himself or ask for help when needed. I love that I can see his sense of humor shining through. He makes me laugh, full on belly laugh sometimes with his wit and crazy thoughts. I can see the man he almost is….
When I was his age, I hid behind my mother, afraid to voice my thoughts. Concerned that adults around me wouldn’t listen. Fear held me back from taking on new risks and adventures.How then did I raise a child so confident and sure of himself? Here’s the thing, I believe that I actually learnt from my own inhibitions. As a child, I always wanted my Mom to make the choices for me, to ask my questions out loud and to solve my problems for me. As an adult, I swore, I wouldn’t do those things for my son, unless he got himself into a sticky situation where he needed my adult input.
Working full time in a job that I feel makes a positive difference in the world helps too. Yes, I’m actually saying that working parents can also be good role models! He sees me and my husband working hard, He sees us try and improve ourselves. He listens to us as we work through our problems regarding work and he is always there to celebrate our new learning and successes with us. He sees me working with my teams and trying to help them to think of their impact on the world.
He also has to take on a level of responsibility for himself that he wouldn’t need to if one of us stayed at home. I’m not saying go out and all work, but I am saying that as a working parent, I actually feel pretty good about my parenting (which makes a change from feeling guilty).
I’ve watched with pride as he’s walked every day after school to the local hospital to visit his great-grandmother. Not because he has to, but because he wants to. Somewhere between birth and 14 years old, he’s developed a sense of empathy. This is something so rare in so many of our youth, something that we don’t focus enough on when we’re consistently worried if they know enough literacy or numeracy skills to get to college.
I have many things in my life I’m grateful for, but the best accomplishments and the greatest achievements I have, come from the people around me. Some days when things get hairy or a little dark, I remind myself that I have been a small part of creating and supporting an individual that I believe will only enhance the world around him. I can not be prouder
Okay, so no one actually kills themselves in this book.
The Coolest Way to Kill Yourself pulls you into the early 90′s New York City rave scene, in all its chaotic, psychedelic glory. The narrator grabs you by your wrist and drags you behind two teenage lovers from New Jersey as they tumble through a whirlwind of reckless hedonism that eventually spirals into a dark, devastating world of drug addiction and heartbreak. As a teenager, Lynn cried, “No one is ever going to write something for me.”
Nearly two decades later, in the aftermath of Hurricane Sandy, Nicholas did just that. The gesture came too late for our unlikely heroine, but his heart was in the right place. A broken heart… but a true love. Reunited after years apart, Lynn and Nicholas embraced their love and sexuality, and embraced each other, despite troubled pasts, despite illness, despite all of their imperfections and mistakes. They shared the kind of honest and shameless connection that few have had the honor of knowing, and most would never understand.
“We’re not hurting anyone. We’re just living life without caring what anyone thinks about us.”
“It’s the coolest way to kill ourselves,” Lynn said.
So turn the page, and pull the trigger.
I think that you will find my book very interesting. It is a very unconventional romance. The love of my life died at the age of 37. She passed away a little before Hurricane Sandy. With a generator to keep my laptop working, I wrote a book for the woman who thought no one would ever write something for her.
About the Author:
Nicholas Tanek is an American ghostwriter from New Brunswick, New Jersey. He graduated from Rutgers University with a Bachelors in English. He has been a ghostwriter for over 15 years.
Interview with Rutgers University’s RUckmakers:
TKS – Radio Interview
When I talk inspiration, none does it better than Stephen who sadly passed away last month. What a positive legacy he leaves behind….
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With 78 ratings and over 38 reviews Dare to Breathe is still selling strong.
Well worth a read on your next summer holidays or if like me you’re in the Southern Hemisphere, under the covers with a water bottle to keep you warm.
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April 24, 2014
Not everything is supposed to become something beautiful and long-lasting. Sometimes people come into your life to show you what is right and what is wrong, to show you who you can be, to teach you to love yourself, to make you feel better for a little while, or to just be someone to walk with at night and spill your life to. Not everyone is going to stay forever, and we still have to keep on going and thank them for what they’ve given us.
Not everything is supposed to become something beautiful and long-lasting. Sometimes people come into your life to show you what is right and what is wrong, to show you who you can be, to teach you to love yourself, to make you feel better for a little while, or to just be someone to walk with at night and spill your life to. Not everyone is going to stay forever, and we still have to keep on going and thank them for what they’ve given us..