I walked to my office, followed by my deathly, silent child. As I sat at my desk and switched on the computer, #8 settled at my elbow. The quiet of the morning was shattered; not with the rising sun, but with the exuberance of the nearly two year-old. The wonder of daddy’s desk! Continue reading
In the early morning, before the sun peeked over the valley, I dressed quietly by the dim light of a small lamp. While I dug into a drawer for a clean shirt, the bedroom door rattled. That of itself was not abnormal. Our house is an odd combination of home improvements and old construction. A creaking section of floor or a settling door is expected. But then the door rattled again. I saw the doorknob jiggle.
I’ve seen this horror film… Continue reading
Last week, I asked our girls a question that I could write a post about for Fathers’ Day. We had mixed results. Once it was complete, Wife read through the finished work. When she was done reading, she looked up at me and said, “Is that all you got from them?”
Well… yeah that was all I got. Apparently, my skills of interrogation were lacking. Wife then showed me just how it was done… properly.
For Fathers’ Day this year, I thought to have a short interview with the children. I would ask a single question, and wait for their honesty. But, when I asked the girls what made a good father, I actually learned something. Continue reading
One of the desires Wife and I have for our children is for them to know peace. The greatest peace they could know is peace with our Lord. And that means a good relationship with Him. So, with lots and lots of prayer, Wife and I have pushed our children in that direction. Therefore, to confession we all go!
Over the last few years, I have read a lot about how princess movies and books are destroying our girls. Those stories give our daughters false expectations, and false hopes, so say the anti-princess crowd. I looked at my daughters, peering for the damage that must surely be there. Their diet of Disney films and fairy tales must certainly have taken a toll. Well, maybe not. After all, that was never the point of princess stories. Continue reading
Wife and I sat on either side of the pew; living bookends with our children between us. By natural necessity, the baby hungrily clung to Wife. #8, on the other hand, was more like a ping-pong ball. Bouncing between Wife and I until he became too energetic for Wife to handle him while #9 filled her arms. He was banished to my side. I attempted to keep a hold of #8, who wanted nothing more than to make his presence known to the entire church. Squirming, squiggling, and squawking, I tried to keep him still and quiet, which felt like balancing an egg on my head while I tried to catch the hen.
When our washing machine stopped draining all the water, and the dryer started melting clothes, I finally agreed with Wife that it was time to replace them. With a little discussion, and a lot of saving, we purchased two sets. About a week later, they were delivered. When the four appliances were placed in our yard, the children’s eyes became as round as onions. The appliances had arrived in large boxes!
#6 walked out of his room, each ear cupped by a hand, the way he held them when he was frightened. Tears overflowed down his cheeks. He looked to Wife. “Mom, I fink I heawd a cwocodile or somefing.”
Sadness seems to be encompassing me of late. In part it has to do with the fact that we have difficulties we are struggling with, as do all families. In part it has to do with the atmosphere of the political world. Lawmakers seem to be more and more intent on controlling our lives rather than protecting our freedoms. It makes me wonder what kind of world I will leave my children in, which makes me sorrowful. So I ask you… What do you do to get over this feeling and continue on with your responsibilities?