Ramblings from a Husband, Father, Son, and friend about everyday life. It may make you smile or confuse and disorient you. Try not to operate machinery 3 hours after reading this blog.
Tuesday, February 25, 2014
Barbiology
I woke up this morning to the sound of Erin's voice telling me there was water everywhere. I attempted to replace the kitchen faucet last night with my children by my side holding flashlights and offering encouragement and Erin lamenting the faucets look (why do people need fancy faucets where your dirty dishes go). I discovered late in the evening there were parts missing so I shut the water off with plans to exchange the faucet in the morning. I guess i didnt tighten things all the way. The kids enjoyed the indoor pool as I worked quickly to shop vac the mess, get the kids to school then go to the store to replace the faucet. In the car I am discussing with the kids the morning and apologizing with yelling at them while I was trying to solve these problems. Serena says to me "Daddy you cant do everything, you are a great dad though!" Besides, only Barbie can know that many things, she has a dress for evvvvvvvvverything!
Monday, February 24, 2014
Not going to sweat it
Maybe it is because my legs are feeling well, or I just am in a great mood today, I think I may blog more. Just some free flowing thoughts and observations in the days ahead. I am thankful that I can walk, that my kids are helpful and that my wife is loving. I am thankful for my personality. I am thankful that my children want me to hold them and kiss them, I see they growing so rapidly, I hope fore healthier days so I can spend them with my kids, and relax with my wife. I may not to get to see my friends as much as I like but if I have a great need they are there. Have a lot of irons in the fire that I will share later as they get closer.
If there is anything I can do to help or pray with you about let me know. Take the time to cherish something about today. The time machine is broke, cant fix yesterday focus on today!
If there is anything I can do to help or pray with you about let me know. Take the time to cherish something about today. The time machine is broke, cant fix yesterday focus on today!
Friday, February 21, 2014
Little Girl outside the door
When we first had the kids come into care with us, we would take them to a daycare while we worked during the day. One day when Erin picked up the kids, the manager came to her and told her during the playtime activities outside the kids were brought in for nap and after about 20 minutes or so the realized Payten was no where to be found. They searched the bathrooms and closets and finally realized they left her outside. It was a fenced in area, and she was in a corner crying. The door was locked and they could not hear her cries to come in. I would like to say the manager received kind words and understanding, but that would be lying :-)
I love being a parent. I love the almost daily discoveries my children make the questions that they ask. I have hopes and dreams for them. I try to listen to what they say to gain understanding of what is important to them. I raise my voice, I talk calmly. I settle disputes, break up fights, and sing with them. I think about them all the time, the successes and the failures of my parenting. I was working on my 17 part lecture in the car "Lets love each other and love others" and the kids were silent as I spoke. I looked at Payten and she was looking out the window. Payten is very loving and very emotional and pretty much just says whatever comes to mind. She has been diagnosed as ADHD, and there have been struggles with that, on our end with being patient, her end with focusing, and unfortunately people on the outside that believe it to be a myth or an escapist way to "drugging our children" to make them behave. I am not going to spend time on that today, we made the best decision based on prayer and research so if you want to talk about that later we can do that over lunch :-)
So I drop the kids off and they each come to me with hugs and payten goes in carrying the giant gymbag, and Collin says "Wait sissy I will help you" and he grabs that bag that is almost as heavy as he is and walks into the school with payten following behind. huzzah! My children are helping! My ego began to inflate to the awesomeness of my parenting and I drove to work.
I texted Erin with the events of the day, and she told me a story that happened yesterday, Payten was picked up early for a doctors appointment and Collin was in the car. As Payten approached he told Erin, "Sissy sure is pretty!" Payten responded without skipping a beat "Finally! Somebody thinks I'm pretty!" My heart sank. I make every effort to encourage my children every day, telling them I love them, they are beautiful. Even still that is what she said. AM I listening to her enough, am I too hard on her? So many emotions flying through my mind. Kids can be hard to handle, uplifting and sometimes discouraging, but one thing I picked up on early on, they are more honest in what they face then us adults. As I learn to march to the beat of Payten's particular drum, I pray for friends to love her and understand her. I pray for support for our family and especially for Payten for someone to open that door for her, include her, respect her and love her. Don't let someones differences and disabilities defeat love and friendship
I love being a parent. I love the almost daily discoveries my children make the questions that they ask. I have hopes and dreams for them. I try to listen to what they say to gain understanding of what is important to them. I raise my voice, I talk calmly. I settle disputes, break up fights, and sing with them. I think about them all the time, the successes and the failures of my parenting. I was working on my 17 part lecture in the car "Lets love each other and love others" and the kids were silent as I spoke. I looked at Payten and she was looking out the window. Payten is very loving and very emotional and pretty much just says whatever comes to mind. She has been diagnosed as ADHD, and there have been struggles with that, on our end with being patient, her end with focusing, and unfortunately people on the outside that believe it to be a myth or an escapist way to "drugging our children" to make them behave. I am not going to spend time on that today, we made the best decision based on prayer and research so if you want to talk about that later we can do that over lunch :-)
So I drop the kids off and they each come to me with hugs and payten goes in carrying the giant gymbag, and Collin says "Wait sissy I will help you" and he grabs that bag that is almost as heavy as he is and walks into the school with payten following behind. huzzah! My children are helping! My ego began to inflate to the awesomeness of my parenting and I drove to work.
I texted Erin with the events of the day, and she told me a story that happened yesterday, Payten was picked up early for a doctors appointment and Collin was in the car. As Payten approached he told Erin, "Sissy sure is pretty!" Payten responded without skipping a beat "Finally! Somebody thinks I'm pretty!" My heart sank. I make every effort to encourage my children every day, telling them I love them, they are beautiful. Even still that is what she said. AM I listening to her enough, am I too hard on her? So many emotions flying through my mind. Kids can be hard to handle, uplifting and sometimes discouraging, but one thing I picked up on early on, they are more honest in what they face then us adults. As I learn to march to the beat of Payten's particular drum, I pray for friends to love her and understand her. I pray for support for our family and especially for Payten for someone to open that door for her, include her, respect her and love her. Don't let someones differences and disabilities defeat love and friendship
Friday, February 14, 2014
A letter to my son
Dear Son
I love you.
I love when you are asleep at night and I lay next to you, you find me with your little hand and scratch my chin
I love when our eyes meet, like today as you walked out of school and ran to me. Keep that up
I love our conversations in the car. "Daddy why do Transformers need butts when they don't poop?" or "Daddy I want to be magic, Jesus can stay but I want him to let my fly around everywhere"
I love you for your lucky shirt, which you just knew was the reason we got a free Happy Meal today.
I love sitting at the end of your bed watching you sleep, praying for your health and for you to trust Jesus into your heart.
I need you to know a few things
When you came to us, I was scared. You were sick and even though I dreamed of raising someone with special needs I was afraid I would do something wrong. You just smiled. You are a precious treasure to me and your mommy
We need to go outside and play, I am sorry my legs don't cooperate very well, but lets go exploring in the woods.
Lets play more LEGOS and just build whatever with your imagination.
Lets read more books and Ill do the voices of the characters.
I love when we "sing songs" at night, Little Drummer Boy, Twinkle Twinkle, Take me out to the ballgame, and our special one we made up
(to tune of chorus Train Hey, Soul Sister)
Heeeeey hey hey hey hey
You are my son, and I love you
You are my big big boy
You love your sissies (and Connor!) and your mommy
and you love your Daddy too!
Hey little Collin, oh I love that Collin on the radio, in stereo, hey there you go (kisses follow)
You will make friends, lose them, and find them again
You will succeed, You will fail, I will do my best to help you learn how to deal with both.
We will argue and fight, please know I want to teach you and instruct you and help you in this life.
Respect and Help others, work to learn humility
You will fall in love, your heart will break I will be there to listen.
I have failed you and will fail you, please be patient with me.
Love and respect your mommy, she loves you with all her heart.
As you grow and run past me just remember I will carry you for as long as I can, then let you run, and I will always be behind you praying for you.
I am blessed to be your father
Love Daddy
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