Wisdom is all around us: from the MBT Blog
Published by Mary Balistreri, MBT More Business Today LLC
What should we call today’s blog? More Belonging with Tony? Must Be Truthful? Mastering Being Tender & Tough? I like this last one. Today is the day of the conversation David and Norah prepared to have with their dad, Tony. To read more about their situation and their plans for this difficult conversation, check out the last MBT Blog.
David had texted Tony mid-week to be sure he would be home so David and Norah could visit. Tony responded with a suspicious, “What’s up?” to which David replied, “We just wanted to drop in and see how you are doing.”
“I’m not that old!” Tony texted back. “You don’t have to check on me. Ok. It will be good to catch up.”
Norah asked David to drive to make sure they arrived and left together. She worried about the impact the conversation might have on her and opted not to drive. As they pulled up in front of Tony’s house, she whispered, “Gentle truth,” to David. He repeated it back to her. They looked at each other to fuel their courage then nodded simultaneously. “Show time!” David exclaimed opening the car door. Norah nodded and muttered, “Help us, Jesus.”
Tony appeared at the door. He was wearing his usual blue jeans and drab polo shirt – it was light gray today. He waved from the door of the small, ranch style house and started barking orders at them right away, “Park in the driveway! Oh, alright! Leave it on the street if you want. Come on, get in the house. Did you bring some coffee cake? Nothing? Oh, alright. I have something here to serve you. I made extra coffee…” he continued rattling on until they were seated on the low deck outside around the old, wrought iron table (it had belonged to Tony’s mom) with the orange umbrella sipping the very strong coffee he offered.
Norah and David matched their clothing to Tony’s hoping it would put him at ease. Both wore jeans and simple shirts, David’s a light blue polo and Norah’s a short-sleeved lavender blouse. They planned every inch of this conversation to create the right atmosphere. They hoped it worked. The wild card was their dad and how he would react. Neither could predict that and it created butterflies in their stomachs. The coffee helped settle down the stress because it was such a normal activity. Sip a little coffee. Tell a bunch of buried truth that has eaten away at you most of your life. Sip a little coffee. What’s hard about that?
Whenever someone asked about his dad, David said, “He looks like Tony Bennett when he was 70 but not as good looking.” Truthfully, their dad sported a full head of thick curly, silvery gray and white hair, stood at medium height, and carried the swarthy complexion and larger nose characteristic of Italians. Some found him to be much better looking than Tony Bennett – especially women. Friends and acquaintances described him as charismatic, charming, and friendly.
Both Norah and David knew their dad handled uncomfortable things by avoiding them. Neither could remember having an emotional conversation with him. He showed his emotions though. Both had seen him cry many times, mostly at funerals, and especially when Norah’s mother, Judith, died.
Retired for nearly eight years, since he was 60, Tony loved his job as an engineer for a local manufacturing company. They recruited him fresh out of college and he worked there for his entire career. He seemed to enjoy retirement, too. His social life contained dinners with friends, shows with friends, and watching sports with friends.
“So, dad, how are things going?” Norah asked.
“Oh, good, good. You know, the usual.” Tony replied looking out into the yard. “Oh, look! Do you see that bird at the feeder? I think that is a house finch. The lady birds don’t have the bright color that the males have. Do you see it?” He pointed and looked excitedly at Norah and David. Both nodded their heads.
They sat in silence for a moment. David could not take the delay and blurted out, “We really want to talk to you about our childhoods!” Norah glared at him and tapped his foot under the table three times as if to say, “What the bleep!”
Their old man turned to look at them. Now he had nothing to say.
Norah jumped in, “Dad, what David means is we wanted to ask some questions about our childhood so we could have a better understanding of what you were going through.”
“Great!” Tony looked away, clearly exasperated. “Is this where you tell me how I sucked as a father? Time to blame your childhood for all your troubles?” He scoffed under his breath and looked away standing up to adjust the waistband of his pants. The sibling held their breath, each counting to ten, just as they had practiced. They left space open for Tony to say more.
After a full 90 seconds – David was looking at his watch and timed it – Tony turned around and gestured at them with both hands moving moving up and down motioning them to hurry up. “Ok, come on, spit it out. What horrible thing did I do to you?” His voice cracked a bit at the end of the question. Cracked with emotion, David thought, wishing he could turn around and run. Why were they doing this? He looked at Norah and saw her seemingly frozen. Dad was glaring directly into her eyes, “Come on! Out with it!” Tony nearly shouted.
“Norah has been struggling with unresolved feelings from the time when Judith died,” David started and then put his hand on Norah’s shoulder to give her strength to tell her story to Dad. But Tony blurted in first with a cry of real anguish.
“Why are you springing this on me?” he cried starting to cry and sob with great emotion. “I am not prepared to talk about Judith. I miss her as much today as I did the minute she died.” He moved away from the table, stopped for a moment to turn toward them and said, “I’m going to take a walk. Please stay and wait for me. We can talk when I get back.” He left the yard.
Norah and David both expelled their breath in one long exhalation. “What was that?” Norah asked. “Was that a show to make us feel sorry for him? How long do you think he will be gone?”
“Well, I am not waiting around to find out. Let’s go!” David was already moving toward the house so they could run to his car when Norah yelled, “Wait!” David stopped and turned around.
“We came here to talk to Dad. Why are we so afraid?”
“Because this is scary,” David replied. “I don’t want to spend my weekend getting yelled at or making Dad cry or listening to Dad yell at you or sitting around his house for who knows how long while we wait for him to walk off his emotions. And, we barely said anything! He just exploded, like, immediately! I’m leaving!”
“Don’t you dare leave me here alone. And, no, I am not going to leave. We have a right to talk honestly about our feelings. If we leave now, we will never be able to talk about anything. Dad will keep his guard up,” Norah said.
They waited for 47 minutes and 35 seconds. David timed it. Tony walked into the back yard, sat down at the table, and looked at them while rubbing his hands together. After a few seconds, he stood up, “Who wants a whiskey? Seems like this is a good time for a whiskey. Then you can tell me what you need to tell me and ask me what you want to ask me.” They all agreed, whiskey sounded good. It was very Tony, David and Norah thought.
Once they were seated again, admiring the birds at the feeder, Norah began, “Dad. We want to talk to you about our childhood. We want to understand what was going on with you during that time and tell you how we felt.” Tony nodded. Norah started talking, as if reading from a script, about the hurt she felt when her mom was sick. At first she felt nothing, as if she was a robot sharing information. The more she talked, though, the stronger she felt. She began connecting to her story. At the end, she blurted out, “Why would you abandon me like that, Dad? It’s like you dumped me at Aunt Gladys’ house and forgot about me!”
“I did not forget about you! You two were my whole life after Judith passed,” Tony replied. He saw the devastation on Norah’s face and knew there was no defense for him. She was right. He had run away. “I love you!” It came out as a shout.
“No you don’t! You are embarrassed to be seen in public with me unless someone else is there!” Norah yelled it back.
“Gentle truth,” David said, placing his hand on Norah’s arm. He was astonished that Norah yelled. It seemed not to be in her nature. “Breathe,” he said.
“What’s this ‘gentle truth’?” Tony asked.
“We decided we needed a code word for this conversation with you, Dad, in case either of us came on too strongly. We care about you, Dad, and we want to have a better relationship with you.”
Tony thought about this for a minute. “I like that. Gentle truth.” He paused for a moment and once again his kids made space in the silence for him to think. Tony looked at Norah. He felt awful about making her cry. Where had he been all those years? Running away from his feelings. When he thought about Judith, it still felt like a lightening bolt through his heart. “Norah, I am sorry for causing you so much pain. The truth is, I did not know what to do. Judith was the love of my life.” Seeing David wince, he added, “I loved your mom, too, David. I still do. I’m surprised she still talks to me.” He chuckled softly.
“You say you want to know what was going on with me then, what I was thinking. When it was happening, I didn’t think. I was a mess. Others came forward to support me. To support you, Norah. If Gladys had not offered her home to you, I don’t know what I would have done. I was panicked. You were a beautiful, smart young girl starting adolescence. I did not know how to handle you, your emotions, the changes you were going through. And, you look so much like Judith, it just hurt me to even look at you,” he said.
“That’s bull!” Now it was David’s turn to be angry. “That sounds like something you heard on a television show or something. You were a full grown man responsible for a family – fractured as we were! I don’t buy it! You were and are just selfish!,” David stood up and looked at the blue sky, so blue, he thought. He hid the tears that started to appear silently at the corners of his eyes.
Tony also had stood up and turned away from the table. His hands jammed into his pockets, his shoulders slumped forward, he appeared to be an adolescent himself. Norah looked at the two. The two most important men in her life, both constant talkers, were suddenly speechless. The thought made her giggle until she let a laugh or two burst out. At the sound, they both turned instantly and laughed, too. A great stress reliever, they all thought.
“Ok, let’s check in with each other,” Norah said when the laughing trickled away. “David also wants to talk about his feelings as a child, and I have more to say. How are you feeling, Dad? David?” Norah said.
Both of them ran their hands through their wavy hair and replied simultaneously, “Not too great.” Then they all laughed again.
Tony responded to the questions, “David, I want to hear how you are feeling. And, Norah, I want to learn how to make things better with you. But, to be honest, I need some time to reflect. Can you please say more about that good thing again, about how you care about me and want to have a better relationship with me?” Tony’s voice became fainter as he said this.
“Before we came to visit you today, Dad, we created a goal for the conversation. My goal was to have a better relationship with you and for you to learn more about my culture. David, tell Dad your goal,” she said.
“My goal was for the three of us to really become a family. I want us to talk to each other about things that are bugging us, and I want us to spend more time together. I know you get really busy, Dad, but I wish you wanted to see us more often,” David said.
“That is smart! I have smart kids! I agree. I do want to see more of you. My goal is to have a better relationship with you. I need some time to think about things, though. Today caught me totally off guard. I didn’t know how to react and I think I did a poor job of it,” he paused there, hoping they would rebut his statement. When they did not, he continued, “The most important thing to know is that I love you. I hope we can work the rest of this out.”
They realized this tough conversation needed to be more than one conversation. They agreed to meet weekly in the same manner to talk about their lives together and create a more open relationship.
When the kids were leaving, Tony hugged them both probably a bit too tightly and for a bit too long. He felt his chest swelling with emotion and something else – a tightness. When he was alone, he found it hard to swallow. His breathing became shallow. He was having a panic attack! He immediately called his best friend, Sam. Sam talked him through these attacks often and knew what to do. Once Tony’s breathing slowed and his chest opened up, Tony shared his conversation with the kids with Sam. They agreed to meet and talk about it so Tony could have his own plan of action and maybe a code word, too.
It was a conversation Tony had expected and dreaded over the years. He used to contemplate what he would say to them about his behavior when Judith died and wondered how they would react. In all his imaginings, the kids hugged him and forgave him in the end. “That’s okay, Dad,” he imagined them saying, “We love you and we know you had a really hard time back then. It’s okay.” Now he faced the reality of something different. They had not said, “That’s okay, Dad.” More conversations were coming. He only had one week to prepare himself for round two.
Back in the car, David and Norah sat motionless. “David, you did not get to speak your truth. How do you feel about that?” Norah asked. She felt a bit deflated by the conversation today.
“I’m okay,” David replied. “I realized I was not really ready to talk to Dad. You were fearless, Norah! Wow! I need to go home and take a bath and go to sleep. Eat some comfort food…” David was back to his usual fast-talking style, leaving no break or silence for anyone else to be heard.
“No,” Norah interrupted him. “Let’s go to my house and then walk to a nice place for dinner. I want to reward myself for being fearless! And, I want to acknowledge that you stuck up for me.” David agreed.
What did you think of this conversation? Did Norah and David prepare properly? Did the preparation help them? What would you have done differently? And, most importantly, what will happen next. Make sure to subscribe so you do not miss a minute of the continuing saga of David, Norah, Tony, and, now, Sam. Norah is prepping for her conversations at work. David is mulling over his own feelings about is childhood. And, Tony and Sam have yet to dive into this world of hard conversations.
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