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Prayers of a 5 Year Old

August 23, 2007 in Personal with 2 Comments

Every night I pray with my boys, and sometimes I help them through leading the prayer. Occasionally Ryan, my oldest, will want to pray all by himself. Last night was one of these nights and here is what he prayed for in no particular order:

  1. That his friends’ dog will feel better after going to the doggie doctor.
  2. That Mommy will make a really yummy breakfast in the morning.
  3. That Daddy will pay lots and lots of bills tomorrow.
  4. That God will help him be brave when there is danger.
  5. That God will help him do all the monkey bars tomorrow, like he did today.

Don’t you love the prayers of children?

Vortex of my Memories

January 23, 2007 in Personal with 1 Comment

Do you know what Athazagoraphobia means? (If you do then please read another blog, because you’re way to smart to be reading this!)

Athazagoraphobia is the fear of forgetting. Now I don’t claim to have a real-life clinical phobia; but I do deal with this fear every day. Have you ever thought about all the things you’ve forgotten? You remember details about the biggest days of your life, good or bad, but the more years between your present and that big day the more you forget. I have moments when I actually think to myself, “Don’t Forget this, you’ll always want to remember!”

Some examples of things I so desperately DO NOT want to forget…

  • What it’s like to hold all three of my kids at the same time and watch cartoons. (I actually am quite scared I’ll forget this feeling, because I’m not that far away from this being a distant memory.)
  • What it’s like to be thought of as the greatest fixer of all things. (I think my kids still think I can make it stop raining.)
  • How my daughter waddles like a drunk from room to room learning to walk. (I already have forgotten what my boys looked like doing this.)
  • How my oldest son reminds me every day to pray with him before he goes to sleep. (Somehow I forget almost every night, and he draws me back.)
  • What it’s like to be able to hold all three of my kids down at the same time and tickle them. (Have you ever heard three kids laugh violently?)
  • What it’s like for my kids to actually enjoy being around me. (I know the teenage years will bring normal angst, so I don’t want to ever forget how many times I’m asked to wrestle or build towers with blocks.)

I could go on for hours with these things, and these memories only relate to my children. I fear that as I get older I’ll forget about that first date with my wife, forget the minor details of my wedding day, but most of all I’m afraid of forgetting all the in-between things. I know it sounds kinda silly to see all of it typed, but I seriously make the special efforts to remember all that I can. I will do everything I can to remember where I am in the present, and to remember most of what I can from the past; hopefully these memories can fuel my future memories and my ability to remember them.

The desire to forget the past is a form of suicide. -Richard Bode

Christmas in November

November 26, 2006 in Personal with 2 Comments

I got the Christmas things out again this year. I haven’t yet done the outside lights, but they’ll go up soon enough. My boys are 4 and 3, and I think putting up the tree is the highlight of their year.

This morning, my wife had to stay home from church with the kids, (due to coughing and fevers spreading throughout our house), so I’m guessing that while I was gone they talked about what would happen when Daddy got home from church. So am I greeted with hugs and kisses, and greetings of love? NO! I’m greeted with the squeals of toddlers and preschoolers who desperately want to put up a lighted tree in the living room. I guess Daddy is the only one with strong enough muscles to move the pre-lit fabricated tree out of storage?

I stumble out to get the tree box, and bring in the Rubbermaid containers filled with the Christmas things. We very quickly connect the tree together, and I plug it in. I think my 3 year old might have wet himself with excitement, at this lighted tree. He literally started clapping and jumping up and down. Which made me wonder, when did we get old enough to stop doing this?

This should be the last year that we have to keep a kid out of the tree for the next month; my daughter is 1, and thinks all the ornaments are just a game for her to pick out and chew on. One thing that we definitely need this year is a countdown calendar, to help ease the burden of the greatest question asked around a house of children this time of year. I first heard this question Thanksgiving night when I put my boys to bed. Can you guess it?

“Daddy, how long til Christmas?”

An Opinionated Fart

October 4, 2006 in Links with 0 Comments

My 4 year old and 2 year old boys would so get a kick out of this.

Police hunt farting dissident

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