I spent some time this weekend thinking about 81 year olds. Two of them in fact. My mother and the Pope. The Pope turned 81 just this week and my mom turns 81 in May. When I began drafting the piece, I thought it was going to be about two different versions of 81 – similarities and differences – and it ended up being a piece encouraging the Pope to get a really fat cat. I have absolutely no idea why I started talking about my mother and her cat AGAIN. It’s when I knew I should walk away from the laptop and come back to writing at a later point.

This morning, I sat down with my coffee and scoured the NY Times website to see just how excruciating the Pennsylvania primary is going to be and lo and behold, I see a headline about the Pope and cats.

And so, without further ado, I offer you some of my own observations about the similarities between my mother, also named Joan Garry and Pope Benedict.

Similarities

1) Both are devout Catholics. My mom goes to church almost every day. Except on Thursday when she golfs.
2) Both of them like to drink. And I’m not talking lemonade.

3) Both of them have been to a synagogue recently. My mom for my kids’ bar / bat mitzvah and the Pope to an east side synagogue to honor the Passover holiday.

4) Both Pope Benedict and the other Joan Garry have struggled with the morality (or lack thereof) of homosexuality.

5) Both my mother and the Pope have a connection to my friend Sylvia Vogelman. My mother has known her for years and the Pope’s chef on Saturday night was a friend of Sylvia’s. She was not at liberty to discuss the menu but did acknowledge that the Pope likes to drink wine. Duh.

6) Both the Pope and my mother have spent time with gay men who sing. My mom has attended a number of concerts of the NYC Gay Men’s Chorus. The Pope spends alot of time with priests.

7) My mother and the Pope both love cats. In fact Pope Benedict is the only Pope who has a biography written about him by a cat.

Differences

1) My mother does not wear big wacky hats. Although in a recent photograph, she looks like she is wearing a plant.

2) My mother has struggled with my sexual orientation and is a lot further along on this subject than Pope Benedict.

3) My mother prefers martinis to red wine. Her martinis are with gin, very dry and she likes olives.

4) No one has written a biography of my mother and I have not heard that one is in the works. If there was, I am quite sure that her cat Babe would not write it.

5) My mother loses her wallet and her car keys with some regularity. I am guessing the Pope has people who take care of these things.

6) My mother enjoys a Sunday afternoon nap and takes good care of herself. The Pope runs himself ragged. My mom watched the Yankee stadium mass and said “The Pope looked exhausted. He had bags under his eyes that went all the way down to his knees.”

7) My mom has a wonderful, neurotic and severely overweight cat that keeps her company and loves her without condition. The Pope only has an imaginary cat named Chico.

For those of you who know my mother or the Pope and can add to either of these lists, you know where to find me.

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When Juno hits video stores this week, kids will be anxious to see it or in many cases, anxious to see it again.  It was a date night film for older teens and a feel good movie on a very important subject for the newly minted ones.

Parents should see it, too.  Parents should see it again if they saw it in the theatre.  Because if your household is anything like mine (heaven help you), you missed an opportunity to talk and listen to your kids about the film and its implications.

My partner and I took our thirteen year old twins to see the film.  To her enormous credit, our daughter Kit suggested we sit separately.  At first I thought she just didn’t want to be seen with us. Then I realized that she was the wise one – we were all going to need some space.

We were sure the film would be powerful – a teenage girl who gets pregnant and has to grapple with her options.  We were equally sure it would lead to an eye opening post-film conversation.

But it didn’t.

Maybe it’s because it’s such a feel good movie.  Maybe we just didn’t have the nerve to go there.  Maybe once we heard the kids say how much they admired Juno and her choice, we felt we could move on.  We didn’t push the kids to another level.  We should have.  We took the easy way out.  Just like the filmmakers.

I know it’s a comedy.  But still.  Juno is a great character.  She has spunk and integrity.  But her flesh and blood, her son is presented as a “problem” to be “solved.”  Somehow we miss the fact that her son is a miracle and there actually isn’t a solution.  There are many options, each with consequences and implications.

When my friend Fran’s teenage daughter became pregnant, there was nothing easy about it.  Fran works hard to make ends meet and her husband struggles with a chronic illness.   She understood that her daughter could choose an abortion and this was an option.  But she also understood that this baby was her flesh and blood.  A granddaughter.  She offered to help raise the baby.  Fran’s life became harder in some ways but not in the ways that really matter. And that toddler gives my friend Fran unconditional love and joy.  Fran could not imagine life without her.

My friend Sarah’s adopted son Luke is desperate to know that his first mother’s decision was not easy.  “Was my birth mom sad?” he asked Sarah.  “Did she cry?” The implication for Luke is that he doesn’t ever want to believe that it was easy or inconvenient for his mother to decide to give him away.   Rejection is bad enough but thinking that your birth mother wasn’t too broken up about it?  Devastating.   He wants to know that he was loved beyond measure - that the idea of him was thrilling in some profound way to his birth mom.   He needs to know that these things are not mutually exclusive with his mom’s decision to give him a better shot with my friend Sarah.

My friend Terry found herself in Juno’s situation nearly 35 years ago.  She’d like people to know that the choice she made to give her baby away wasn’t easy.  It was the most excruciatingly painful experience of her life. And no, her real name is not Terry.

Terry would tell Juno that, in the weeks following the birth, Juno’s body will physically crave the baby. She would tell Juno that getting back together with the father of your child causes an even greater sense of loss. And she would tell her that when she is ready to start a family, her sense of loss will hit her like a ton of bricks.  She will want her baby back.  And it will be too late.

As a fictional character, Juno is the centerpiece of the film.  She is strong willed and independent-minded. She is smart, insightful and a little complicated.  What a missed opportunity for the filmmakers not to use this character to take on more responsibility for a life decision that requires just such attributes.

I want our kids to understand the ramifications of the choices they make in life. I do want them to believe in happy endings but to remember that the path to get there is typically neither easy or obvious.  I want them to never forget that a human life is not a problem to be solved but a miracle.  And that  “respect for human life” is not just a saying.  It should be considered a profound obligation.

I wrote this piece hoping it would get published.  But there are only two readers I really care about.  It’s time for a follow-up conversation.

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Hey, this is Joan’s son Ben. I’m the kid who was in my mother’s last post, posing in front of a waterfall. You might have missed the waterfall because of my muscular build. Many months ago, I was the voice over for a few of Joan and Scout’s videos that you can see if you click here. My mom and I are planning to make a video soon without Scout and you’ll be able to tell that my voice has gotten much lower.Many people ask me “Why do you enjoy watching Andy Rooney on 60 Minutes?” Sometimes I agree that it is odd that I like watching Andy Rooney because most thirteen year olds don’t want to watch an old guy talking about his own problems for five minutes straight.But I do.One night I was watching 60 Minutes with curiosity. Then Andy Rooney popped up to talk about an article he saw in a newspaper. I found him amazingly truthful and not afraid to say what’s on his mind. Another reason I watch him is because I learn many random things that I enjoy knowing.Tonight for example, he was talking about cars at car shows and how crazy expensive they are and how they seem to get uglier every year. I learned that a car from many years ago can travel the same speed as one of these crazy robot cars that people buy today. One other fact I learned was that a crazy percentage of American families have three or more cars.Every Sunday night I ask my parents to tell me when Andy Rooney is coming up. Usually I am going crazy on my Rock Band guitar.Andy Rooney’s an interesting guy and I know he’s really old but I hope he keeps making stories for years. And I hope some day he’ll brush his eyebrows (Joan suggested I write that).

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