Spirited Boys

I just finished a book at record speed. Why? Well, because it grabbed my attention from page one, and I couldn’t get enough. The title is “The Day John Died” by Christopher Anderson. John, as in, John Kennedy, Jr.

First, the story grabbed me because I, and anyone with eyes in my age group, had a crush on John. He was like your forbidden best friend’s older brother crush. You don’t have a chance, but it’s fun to gaze. 

Secondly, I had no idea that John was “a spirited boy” or in today’s terms probably had a little ADHD going on. I prefer spirited boy.

Oh, how do I know this? Well, because I raised one as well, just not in the public eye.

John’s early days in the White House were described as “active” and “curious.” Running the halls like he owned the place and asking any adult, including Secret Service agents, every question a toddler could wrangle up. Yup, he’s spirited all right.

I’m not going to lie here. I was getting envious thinking of Jackie’s help in handling her handful. I know I could have used a couple of agents and a Nanny during those primitive years.

I imagined meeting Jackie at a parent-teacher conference, realizing we were in the same boat. FYI: My boat is a raft and hers a yacht.

Throughout my son’s education, it was obvious that the mothers of these little spirits also magnetize towards each other, and remain lifelong friends. The cry for help must be written all over our faces.

There are two scenarios: Jackie and I would have been best friends, or I would have been served with a restraining order. It could go either way, but I’m leaning towards friends. I know me, and I know I would be starstruckso there are no guarantees. 

On one of our many playdates at the park, we could discuss the need to have our colorist on speed dial to touch up the never-ending grays caused by the shenanigans of our little overactive, curious but lovable boys. A girl can dream.

As everyone knows, Jackie was very protective over John, and rightfully so, considering the circumstances surrounding him at every corner. Still, her protection from the many, many Mrs. Kennedy wannabes had me dreaming of landlines. You go, Jackie!

One of the perks in raising a child in the ’70s was the ability to screen their calls, and Jackie had no problem telling an unfamiliar female voice, “I’m sorry he’s not here right now.” 

Unfortunately for me, my little spirit was born into a world of cell phones and the knowledge to press charges for invasion of privacy if I even tried such a move.

Of course, this story is all in jest. I would never have been in the same circle as my girl Jackie, nor would I ever be screening my son’s calls, hmm, well maybe, but I found it very interesting through the words of Christopher Anderson that our sons, had such similar spirit and curiosity. Just another reason for me to love Jackie.

Enjoy the Ride!

10 responses

  1. There are two scenarios: Jackie and I would have been best friends, or I would have been served with a restraining order. It could go either way, but I’m leaning towards friends. I know me, and I know I would be starstruck, so there are no guarantees. Love this!!!

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    1. Oh, that’s the truth and I’m leaning hard towards the restraining order … lol

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      1. I love that line. You’d be like the pesty photographer Ron Galella she took to court. He’d hop out of bushes and scare the crap out of her and her kids. He did take great pictures of her. Windblown Jackie, the most famous. Being a Jackie lover, I so enjoyed this. And mothers are mothers down to their socks, you don’t need to be a First Lady, just one to your kids. 🙂

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  2. Lisa, thanks for the recommendation. I did not know that about John, Jr. The one who needed the most help was dear Ethel after RFK was assassinated. How many children did they have – ten? Keith

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    1. Yes, 10 and needless to say Ethel had her hands full. Her boys are mentioned a lot in this book. They ran wild, especially being Kennedy’s. John seemed to favor his mother’s behavior. She was no nonsense. I’m currently reading Sweer Caroline now.

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      1. I hope it is good as well. Of course, Ethel had to raise those boys before he passed because of his campaigning and travels.

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      2. I know I couldn’t do it, so kudos to her for doing her best.

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  3. “He was like your forbidden best friend’s older brother crush.” You described that so perfectly. I had so many crushes like that.

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