Friends are the receipt we have for a good life
Him: Can I watch something?
Me: Can you read instead?
Him: Do I have to?
If there’s anything that’s a source of friction between the kid and me, it’s reading.
As someone that grew up with a total of five channels – ABC, NBC, CBS, PBS, Channel 55 (which is an in itself entry one of these days) – and zero friends, books were my primary source of entertainment.
So, I don’t understand how my child is so adverse to reading.

One book that I think about quite a bit, even now, was a book called Mrs. Frisby and the Rats of NIMH.
It’s a kid’s book but, roughly, the story goes like this:
Mrs. Frisby was a mouse married to a mouse named Jonathan, who was killed. Alone with just her son, Mrs. Frisby discovered that her house was about to be destroyed and needed to be moved, but this was impossible because her son Timothy was sick.
So, she pled with an owl, who refused to help her. Until the owl discovered that she was Jonathan’s widow. Then he helped her. And told her to find the rats of NIHM because they too knew Jonathan would help. They would help because she was his widow, and Timothy was his son.
You see, it turns out that Jonathan was one of only two mice that were left from NIHM. Because of the experiments there, they both had exceptionally heightened intelligence. Because Jonathan used that intelligence to help the rats there escape, the rats always felt in his debt.
Now, when Jonathan met Mrs. Frisby, he hid all this from her. Because he didn’t want her to think any differently of him. He just wanted a normal and quiet life with her.
Man, do I get that.
But that’s neither here nor there.
Anywho, as the story went on, Mrs. Frisby discovered that her husband had this entire crazy life before her and that people loved and respected him.
He gave up everything to just have a quiet life with her but the kindness that he gave to others lived on, long after the relationships faded.
The funny thing is that I always thought that I’d die before Alison. But I often thought of this story while she was pregnant and thought, If anything ever happened to me, I’m going leave her and the kid a crapton of good friends that will make sure the two of them are ok.
Unfortunately, as fate would have it, she died before me.
But I’m still amazed at all the friends I’ve collected throughout these years did exactly what I expected them to do – be there for the kid.
Like, just this morning, I was in Brooklyn picking up three (more) huge bags of clothes that my old college buddy Cappy and his wife saved for the kid.
I think that friends are the receipt you have that you lived a good life.
Alison’s friends have also helped us through these times, good and bad – like the ABFF and my SIL.
So, I’m grateful that we’ve both lived lives where we both collected brilliant and good people along the way, because, man, did we need them.
Me: Dude, just read a book. If it’s a good book, it’ll be just as good, if not better, than anything you see on TV.
Him: (resigned) Fine, papa. I’ll read…
Me: (laughing) It’s not a punishment, kid.
A lotta people don’t realize that NIMH was a real place.
It was.
It was short for the National Institute of Mental Health and the kicker was that it focused on mental health.
For someone struggling with insomnia and depression, the irony is unexpectedly deep.
Location: Earlier today, near Atlantic Avenue in Brooklyn
Mood: grateful
Music: Don’t take what’s not theirs, they don’t compare (Spotify)
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