Tuesday, March 07, 2023

Tax Party

 Every year around this time, I get together with my younger kids and we do our taxes. It’s one of those small family rituals that the older I get the more I treasure. Filling out those tax forms — by now we all use TurboTax — is a way to relive the past year, sort of, and fill each other in on our scorecards.

Because that is what financial records amount to — gains and losses, ups and downs, a rendering of the past 12 months.

The kids are all in their 20s and at a very different stage of life from me. They are just starting out in their careers, whereas mine technically ended three-and-a-half years ago.

There is a synchronicity to our income levels, however, thanks to the reality of the bell curve of earnings. They are on the way up hopefully, and I’m on my way down, right back about where they are, at present.

For the purposes of simplicity, I’m going to say that a career typically lasts 50 years. If so, they may not hit their peak earning years for a couple of decades yet, whereas I hit mine a long time ago. Of course they are impatient and somewhat anxious. They have needs and desires now but those are well beyond their means for now.

If I were a rich man, I could just sweep in and meet some of those needs with financial gifts, and I wish I could do so. You know, be a Super Dad. As it is, I am the one of last resort because I have a small emergency cash fund that has come in very handy lately, due to some adverse circumstances in their lives. 

After we’d finished the taxes, we had dinner and talked. They spoke about how daunting the job market seems to be, how they worry about AI taking their jobs, how life seems so expensive these days. They seem frustrated by these difficulties.

They are, variously, a medical assistant, an historian and an artist. I’m an old writer.

It was far from a grim evening. We laughed and told each other funny stories and talked about our memories living together in the Mission when everything seemed much simpler. I assured them all will be well; they’ll be fine, come what may.

Afterwards, as I drove home through rain, I thought about how grateful I am that I have them in my life. But much later, trying to sleep, all I did was worry. How will they cope with the world to come and its complexities? 

Without me, not as a superhero, but at least as the guy who always showed up…

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