Have you ever met someone who is afraid of clowns? There was that one Seinfeld episode. I knew a kid in school who didn't like watermelon. Who doesn't like watermelon? I know we are all individuals and to be stereotypical is bad, but there are generalities that generally speaking we are all subject to.
Hence, the subject of this post. The last several entries have been lesson I have learned (sort of) so today will be an insightful look at one of my views and another lesson.
I would say, generally speaking, that most men would verbally claim to look forward to a weekend alone (the wife away), just the boys (me and the cat). However, just as Seinfeld taught us, some people do not like clowns. In other words, I do not like being at home alone. Now understand, I am not afraid of the dark and the bumps in the night do not bother me because those are normal. However, my wife not being here is not normal. I do not consider myself "whipped" but I am in love. I believe that our marriage is awesome, I love my wife and she loves me. Moreover, I really enjoy her company, much more than the company of any other person I know. Therefore, while I encourage her to go visit her Mother (because we love her mother and she should visit often) I do not enjoy being here alone.
As I sat here today I thought about what was different with her not here. It is hard to put my finger on but, the house is not alive when she is not here. Everything here looks, feels and sounds different. My wife and I know many couples who enjoy time away from each other, I know my wife enjoys her time with her mother but, it is just that, she enjoys her time with her mother not her time away from me. I enjoy her spending time with her mother but not her time away from me. When I hear a couple say they enjoy time apart from each other part of me feels sad for them. When I hear couples say, they enjoy seperattion I realize that they are not completely connected to each other. I accept and admit that I need to be able to survive by myself, and I can do that however, I chose not be by myself, in fact I have determined to commit all I am or will be to my wife. I have counseled with many couples and in doing so I attempt to relay to the men that one of the things we (men) need to do is to convince our wife that we would die for her (As Christ Died for the Church). You cannot be willing to die for someone and yet need or want to have time away from them. One young man told me one time, "I feel like throwing up my hands and giving up" and then told me he was willing to die for his wife. No, he wasn't willing to die for her. How do I know? You can't be ready to quit on a marriage and at the same to be willing to die for it.
One thing I want my sons to know, prove to your wife that you are totally committed to her, meet her needs totally, unselfishly and without reservation. If we as Husbands will strive to "Know" our wife, and not just in a physical way but really know her! Know her fears, desires and dreams our marriage will not fail. So, what is the lesson here?
First, marriage is a serious decision, do not go into it lightly.
Secondly, Love is not just an emotion, it does carry the deepest emotions you will ever sense, but love is a decision. There will be many days when your mate is unlovable and many days you will be as well but that does not change the commitment.
Third, the decision to love someone is for life, no way out, no do over, no other option. Never allow divorce to enter into your thought process.
Now, for those of you who are wondering, "what is he afraid of?" Nothing! Well, lets be honest. The Bible tells us to "Fear Not" (Isa. 41:10, 1John4:18), so I can say that I am not afraid of things, but I have sense enough to be cautious at certain times. And, around Horses is one of those times. For some reason, I have had issues with horses. Now in defense of the horse, I know that they have been fine servants and assistance to us over thousands of years and for that many have enjoyed the wind in their hair as they have galloped across the open range. I however, did not grow up around horses, I have been on a horse successfully, but I also had an issue once. Now I know again that the issue was with me and not necessarily the horse, so to avoid my weakness I choose not to ride.
So, love your spouse with all you have and if you ride a horse do not ride with a clown while eating watermelon and do not ride alone!
Friday, August 28, 2009
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Chewing the Fat
Anyone who knows me will tell you that I am a dog person. My wife and I have three Chihuahuas and yes a cat. So, I guess I am a dog person and a cat person in one. Some of my earliest memories are of my dogs. I have had many different breeds and can say I have never owned a bad dog.
One of the wonderful things about a dog is that they love you unconditionally. Everyday when I come home our three dogs seem to beg for me to sit down so they can jump up in my lap to greet me. I guess we could really learn a lot from a dog.
When I was in High School (yes they had high school back then) I lived in the home of my wife's parents. They had taken me in for the last year of high school and treated me like their own child. My wife's sister had a small dog, a Pomeranian to be exact. Precious was the dogs name and she had a big personality. I know that dogs just like people really want to be accepted. Each personality will demonstrate the desire for acceptance in a unique way. Some dogs will beg, some will whine, others will bring you gifts. Precious had determined the best way to my heart was with gifts.
Now, I love a thoughtful gift as much as anyone. Moreover, I know that Precious put a lot of thought into the gift she got for me.
What gift could a dog possibly give? The previously mentioned "love" comes to mind immediately as I am sure it did for you as well. Certainly Precious always offered that, except for the time I tried to move her food dish, then she offered correction and guidance. The gift I speak of here is not the unconditional love nor the correction and guidance.
Precious was a lap dog, she would jump into your lap each time you would sit down. Moreover, like many dogs, OK well, all dogs she loved table hand outs. So, she often would get a taste of what ever we were having for dinner. I never really thought about what she was doing with these little tasty bits of handouts. I assumed she was eating them all, after all that is what dogs do. But Precious had far to much love to be so selfish.
My bedroom was the closest bedroom to the kitchen. Each member of the family was on a different schedule therefore there was times when I could sleep in when others had to get up earlier. When those days came at times Precious would come and sleep in with me. As a typical guy, I would make my bed the "guy way". Which is to say, I would throw the sheet and comforter up and kinda straiten them.
One night I went to bed and fell asleep rather quickly. I am not sure what time it was, but everyone was already in bed when I found the gift. I remember rolling over and feeling this lump, something in the middle of my back between me and the bed. My first thought was that the sheet had come off the mattress and knotted up some way, so in the dark I reached behind me to smooth the sheet. And there it was, the gift.
As I touched it I felt a small greasy blob. Ahhhh! was my response. What in the world was this, this thing. So I turned on the light. Precious really did love me, she had taken one of her table tidbits and left it for me in the middle of the bed, it was a 1/2 inch cube of beef fat. Yep! and it was only mildly chewed on, so I am sure that most of the flavor was still there.
So, what is the lesson here. Beauty really is in the eye of the beholder. I could not be mad at Precious because clearly she loved me.
One of the wonderful things about a dog is that they love you unconditionally. Everyday when I come home our three dogs seem to beg for me to sit down so they can jump up in my lap to greet me. I guess we could really learn a lot from a dog.
When I was in High School (yes they had high school back then) I lived in the home of my wife's parents. They had taken me in for the last year of high school and treated me like their own child. My wife's sister had a small dog, a Pomeranian to be exact. Precious was the dogs name and she had a big personality. I know that dogs just like people really want to be accepted. Each personality will demonstrate the desire for acceptance in a unique way. Some dogs will beg, some will whine, others will bring you gifts. Precious had determined the best way to my heart was with gifts.
Now, I love a thoughtful gift as much as anyone. Moreover, I know that Precious put a lot of thought into the gift she got for me.
What gift could a dog possibly give? The previously mentioned "love" comes to mind immediately as I am sure it did for you as well. Certainly Precious always offered that, except for the time I tried to move her food dish, then she offered correction and guidance. The gift I speak of here is not the unconditional love nor the correction and guidance.
Precious was a lap dog, she would jump into your lap each time you would sit down. Moreover, like many dogs, OK well, all dogs she loved table hand outs. So, she often would get a taste of what ever we were having for dinner. I never really thought about what she was doing with these little tasty bits of handouts. I assumed she was eating them all, after all that is what dogs do. But Precious had far to much love to be so selfish.
My bedroom was the closest bedroom to the kitchen. Each member of the family was on a different schedule therefore there was times when I could sleep in when others had to get up earlier. When those days came at times Precious would come and sleep in with me. As a typical guy, I would make my bed the "guy way". Which is to say, I would throw the sheet and comforter up and kinda straiten them.
One night I went to bed and fell asleep rather quickly. I am not sure what time it was, but everyone was already in bed when I found the gift. I remember rolling over and feeling this lump, something in the middle of my back between me and the bed. My first thought was that the sheet had come off the mattress and knotted up some way, so in the dark I reached behind me to smooth the sheet. And there it was, the gift.
As I touched it I felt a small greasy blob. Ahhhh! was my response. What in the world was this, this thing. So I turned on the light. Precious really did love me, she had taken one of her table tidbits and left it for me in the middle of the bed, it was a 1/2 inch cube of beef fat. Yep! and it was only mildly chewed on, so I am sure that most of the flavor was still there.
So, what is the lesson here. Beauty really is in the eye of the beholder. I could not be mad at Precious because clearly she loved me.
Sunday, August 23, 2009
Am I really a Dinosaur? Ask my Wife!
When our sons where very young they had a fascination with Dinosaurs. We would go to the local museums for such things as "Dino-Roar" which was a dinosaur exhibit in the Dallas Metroplex area. We had all the dinosaurs a house could hold. My wife and I had to learn to pronounce all the names as each night we would read to the boys books about our old friends, it was a wonderful challenge. Our older son decided early on that he wanted to be a Paleontologist. We had to first learn what that was, this was before the hit movie Jurassic Park. One of the interesting facts we learned was, one species of dinosaur had a helper brain. This species because of its extreme size had a small repeater located in the pelvic area to help with the brain signal which had to travel very far from the head to the tail. It is one of those facts that seem to stick with you once you learn it. Now, as a man I think I understand the thought process of my wife as much as any man can, but she still is wonderfully mysterious to me. So, one night armed with this new knowledge (the Dinosaur Brain thing) she decided to experiment. I know that to some I may be old but I am no where near Dinosaur age! Moreover, at the time I was even younger.
Every experiment begins with a desire to determine some fact or prove some hypothesis. Here is where my clarity fades. Evidently my wife, decided that it would be interesting to determine how long it took for a signal to travel from one end of my body to my brain. The end she choose was my hind end.
It was like any other night. She lay in bed cross stitching and I read before falling asleep. It has always amazed me how we incorporate the sounds and sensations of our surroundings into our dreams. I wish I could tell you that I was dreaming about being stab in some epic battle as I saved the world, but I really do not remember what I was dreaming. All I know is I felt a pain like a needle being viciously and violently stabbed into my hind end, OK, maybe it wasn't vicious or violent, but it was a needle, a cross stitch needle to be exact. I heard hilarious laughter and rolled over to see my wife almost in tears laughing trying to get the words out, "it took you at least 10 seconds to respond" In a sleepy daze I said, "What", "It took you a long time, you're like a dinosaur". So, I guess it is official, I am a Dinosaur. And in case you are wondering, Yes! She stuck me with a needle in the, well we will end it there!
Every experiment begins with a desire to determine some fact or prove some hypothesis. Here is where my clarity fades. Evidently my wife, decided that it would be interesting to determine how long it took for a signal to travel from one end of my body to my brain. The end she choose was my hind end.
It was like any other night. She lay in bed cross stitching and I read before falling asleep. It has always amazed me how we incorporate the sounds and sensations of our surroundings into our dreams. I wish I could tell you that I was dreaming about being stab in some epic battle as I saved the world, but I really do not remember what I was dreaming. All I know is I felt a pain like a needle being viciously and violently stabbed into my hind end, OK, maybe it wasn't vicious or violent, but it was a needle, a cross stitch needle to be exact. I heard hilarious laughter and rolled over to see my wife almost in tears laughing trying to get the words out, "it took you at least 10 seconds to respond" In a sleepy daze I said, "What", "It took you a long time, you're like a dinosaur". So, I guess it is official, I am a Dinosaur. And in case you are wondering, Yes! She stuck me with a needle in the, well we will end it there!
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Trust and Vic's Vapor Rub, a Lethal Combination
We live in a dangerous world. The potential for disaster is all around us, and typically in the most unlikely places and from the most unlikely sources. Case in point, Vic's Vapor Rub!
I figure that I have cheated death as much as the average guy, if cheating death is such a thing. Over the years I have realized that I will probably not be killed during some overtly dangerous situation. But, never the less I can't let my guard down, 'cause danger is everywhere. Moreover, since my Granddaughter has not arrived yet, I will continue to post some of the "life Lessons" I have learned, in order to help others in my condition to avoid these dangers and to give my Grandchildren insight into our life.
Once when I was younger, not as in yesterday, but when I was much younger I had a chest cold. Or at least I think that was what I had to be honest I do not really remember what my ailment was. Our mind has a wonderful way of blocking certain memories to protect us. During this time I was just learning to be a husband and freshly experiencing the frugality's and desire that my wife had for the wonder cure(s) of the world.
We where in College and lived at that time with my In Laws. Once again, just as I do not like to call my son's wives my daughter in laws, I do not like to call my wife's parents my in laws. They are much more to me than that. My Wife's Father was like a Father to me and her Mother is like a mother to me and I love them both very much. OK, on to the Vic's Vapor Rub.
Our neighbor was a wonderful elderly lady, Mrs. Kittrell. Mrs. Kittrell was a kind and caring woman, who I feel really would never had harmed a fly. Because of my upper respiratory issues, my wife, as is her nature, looked for all the input and advice she could to get me cured. I still do not really know why, chicken soup seems to never be to solution. Chicken Soup never harmed anyone, I think. Anyway, Mrs. Kittrell suggested Vic's Vapor Rub. Vic's had a history of being very affective helping clear sinus issues, and I am sure still does. Well, Mrs. Kittrell suggest that I take Vic's Vapor Rub and, yes rub some on my chest, but also rub it into each nostril. As I write this I am thinking, "what was I thinking!" Well, that is where the trust comes in, trust is a wonderful thing. I trust my wife, her Mother, and Mrs. Kittrell and I know that they would never actively seek to harm me, but passive damage has ruined many a day. So, being the trust worthy young husband that I was, I put Vic's Vapor Rub inside each of my nostrils. Now, like most people I have two nostrils and that is good, cause four nostrils and this would be twice as bad.
Well, first let me tell you. My sinus issues immediately disappeared. So, as my wife would say, "mission accomplished". Now I have not looked at a jar of Vic's Vapor Rub in years, in fact I may not have looked at one since that day. But, at that time, the singular warning in bold letters stated, "Do not place into Nostrils". Now, in my lovely wife's defense, she trusted Mrs. Kittrell just as I did, and we where young so it is not a case of her trying to destroy my ability to smell. Nor, was Mrs. Kittrell attempting to permanently remove any nose hair I had or hoped to grow. Although that would have been a nice reward.
Vic's Vapor Rub is fine product one which I fully endorse, sort of. I spent the rest of the next hour cleaning each nostril. It is all a little fuzzy now. I am not sure if that is because of the time lapse since the event or the before mentioned mental block, but take it from me: "DO NOT PLACE (Vic's Vapor Rub) INTO NOSTRILS".
My Girl's Poppy
I figure that I have cheated death as much as the average guy, if cheating death is such a thing. Over the years I have realized that I will probably not be killed during some overtly dangerous situation. But, never the less I can't let my guard down, 'cause danger is everywhere. Moreover, since my Granddaughter has not arrived yet, I will continue to post some of the "life Lessons" I have learned, in order to help others in my condition to avoid these dangers and to give my Grandchildren insight into our life.
Once when I was younger, not as in yesterday, but when I was much younger I had a chest cold. Or at least I think that was what I had to be honest I do not really remember what my ailment was. Our mind has a wonderful way of blocking certain memories to protect us. During this time I was just learning to be a husband and freshly experiencing the frugality's and desire that my wife had for the wonder cure(s) of the world.
We where in College and lived at that time with my In Laws. Once again, just as I do not like to call my son's wives my daughter in laws, I do not like to call my wife's parents my in laws. They are much more to me than that. My Wife's Father was like a Father to me and her Mother is like a mother to me and I love them both very much. OK, on to the Vic's Vapor Rub.
Our neighbor was a wonderful elderly lady, Mrs. Kittrell. Mrs. Kittrell was a kind and caring woman, who I feel really would never had harmed a fly. Because of my upper respiratory issues, my wife, as is her nature, looked for all the input and advice she could to get me cured. I still do not really know why, chicken soup seems to never be to solution. Chicken Soup never harmed anyone, I think. Anyway, Mrs. Kittrell suggested Vic's Vapor Rub. Vic's had a history of being very affective helping clear sinus issues, and I am sure still does. Well, Mrs. Kittrell suggest that I take Vic's Vapor Rub and, yes rub some on my chest, but also rub it into each nostril. As I write this I am thinking, "what was I thinking!" Well, that is where the trust comes in, trust is a wonderful thing. I trust my wife, her Mother, and Mrs. Kittrell and I know that they would never actively seek to harm me, but passive damage has ruined many a day. So, being the trust worthy young husband that I was, I put Vic's Vapor Rub inside each of my nostrils. Now, like most people I have two nostrils and that is good, cause four nostrils and this would be twice as bad.
Well, first let me tell you. My sinus issues immediately disappeared. So, as my wife would say, "mission accomplished". Now I have not looked at a jar of Vic's Vapor Rub in years, in fact I may not have looked at one since that day. But, at that time, the singular warning in bold letters stated, "Do not place into Nostrils". Now, in my lovely wife's defense, she trusted Mrs. Kittrell just as I did, and we where young so it is not a case of her trying to destroy my ability to smell. Nor, was Mrs. Kittrell attempting to permanently remove any nose hair I had or hoped to grow. Although that would have been a nice reward.
Vic's Vapor Rub is fine product one which I fully endorse, sort of. I spent the rest of the next hour cleaning each nostril. It is all a little fuzzy now. I am not sure if that is because of the time lapse since the event or the before mentioned mental block, but take it from me: "DO NOT PLACE (Vic's Vapor Rub) INTO NOSTRILS".
My Girl's Poppy
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Listerine, great breath and repels insects!
After 28 years of marriage not everything I know was learned in a formal setting. In fact, I will say this if you promise not to let my wife know, I have learned a lot from her. I live with one of those women who is always looking for a frugal alternative to what ever ails you.
I have learned, when she ask me, "How does your (salad, peas, casserole etc.) taste?" this really means, "I have added squash to it, can you taste it?" She has also helped me in the garage, I have to admit, she came up with the idea for the liner of my tool box. Maybe I will share that with you later. One time she decided that it would be a great idea to give me a glass of water with baking soda in it to help with an upset stomach. Let me warn you, if you have ever had a gas bubble or ever hope to have a gas bubble, do not drank 8 ounces of water with baking soda in it. My grandchild will not have gas because of that.
I have a lot of interesting experiences because of my wife's unique frugal ways. One of the neatest things she taught me, I really didn't believe when she told me what I am about to share with you. Now to give credit where it is due, my wife got this jewel of information from her Mother, in fact each time I burp I get flashes of her mother actually telling her to give me the water and baking soda!
Anyway, the little tidbit is this, Listerine makes a great insect repellent. Yep! It is true. Now I didn't believe it at first either, but it is true. Walking through the kitchen one evening I saw a little spray bottle, the kind you can buy at any general store. You know the ones, like you would use to mist a plant or mix some cleaning stuff in. On this day the bottle contained a gold colored liquid. When I asked my lovely wife, what was in it, she told me, "Listerine" "Why is it in the kitchen?" was the follow up question. She began to tell me, that she had learned that if you will spray Listerine around the entrances of your home, insects will stay away, even in the dark with the porch light on. "No way" I thought. Nothing keeps bugs away from the porch light! It was already dark out, and she told me she had sprayed this stuff around the back porch a few days earlier. So, we walked out and sure enough the porch light was on and to my amazement, as we walked out, NO BUGS!
It is amazing, we now spray this stuff around all the exterior doors of our home and it keeps the bugs away. Now, I think you must use the Listerine that is the gold color, not the green kind. I do not know why, I didn't ask. So, give Listerine a try and let me know what happens.
Have great breath and repel them bugs!
I have learned, when she ask me, "How does your (salad, peas, casserole etc.) taste?" this really means, "I have added squash to it, can you taste it?" She has also helped me in the garage, I have to admit, she came up with the idea for the liner of my tool box. Maybe I will share that with you later. One time she decided that it would be a great idea to give me a glass of water with baking soda in it to help with an upset stomach. Let me warn you, if you have ever had a gas bubble or ever hope to have a gas bubble, do not drank 8 ounces of water with baking soda in it. My grandchild will not have gas because of that.
I have a lot of interesting experiences because of my wife's unique frugal ways. One of the neatest things she taught me, I really didn't believe when she told me what I am about to share with you. Now to give credit where it is due, my wife got this jewel of information from her Mother, in fact each time I burp I get flashes of her mother actually telling her to give me the water and baking soda!
Anyway, the little tidbit is this, Listerine makes a great insect repellent. Yep! It is true. Now I didn't believe it at first either, but it is true. Walking through the kitchen one evening I saw a little spray bottle, the kind you can buy at any general store. You know the ones, like you would use to mist a plant or mix some cleaning stuff in. On this day the bottle contained a gold colored liquid. When I asked my lovely wife, what was in it, she told me, "Listerine" "Why is it in the kitchen?" was the follow up question. She began to tell me, that she had learned that if you will spray Listerine around the entrances of your home, insects will stay away, even in the dark with the porch light on. "No way" I thought. Nothing keeps bugs away from the porch light! It was already dark out, and she told me she had sprayed this stuff around the back porch a few days earlier. So, we walked out and sure enough the porch light was on and to my amazement, as we walked out, NO BUGS!
It is amazing, we now spray this stuff around all the exterior doors of our home and it keeps the bugs away. Now, I think you must use the Listerine that is the gold color, not the green kind. I do not know why, I didn't ask. So, give Listerine a try and let me know what happens.
Have great breath and repel them bugs!
Saturday, August 15, 2009
The Good News!
Today, to start I will post my initial feelings to the Good News. Now for those who know me, and for most of my friends I am not talking about the "real" Good News, which is of course the story of Jesus. As a Minister I have strong feelings about the role God has played in my life and continues to play. I know that some who read this may dismiss what I write because of the clear Christian slant I will take. I am sorry if you let the hinder your enjoyment of this, that would be a shame. I am who I am, I do not ask you to see everything the way I do. I am only writing my impressions and feelings as my wife and I experience this new stage of life. As such, know this I believe that God has played the lead role in all of this.
The good news of this blog is about my son and his lovely wife having their first child. It is funny, before I had children I understood that I would love them. Although I did not fully understand love. Once we had children, I was not prepared for the depth and power of that love. As I have aged that love has grown. I was equally caught off guard by the depth of love I have for both of my daughter in laws. I do not like the term "daughter in law" so from here on out I will refer to both my son's wives as my daughters. Now I have never really asked them (my daughter's) if they mind that, I guess I should. I do not intend for them to feel that I am in anyway trying to replace their Biological Father, I know for a fact that they both love their Father very much, and that is a blessing to me. Any how, I was amazed how much love I developed for them as they joined our family. Love is an interesting thing. I have found it to be so much more than a feeling, while it carries deep feelings, it is more than emotions. I love to read and have as of yet not discovered an adequate definition for love. I experience it everyday when I see my wife as she awakes, or in the sound of one of my Children's voice as I answer the phone to hear, "Hey Dad!" I even experience it when I sit in my easy chair and the dogs jump up in my lap to help me take a nap. It is therefore, needless to say, that when my son and daughter told us we would be Grandparents, the love, feelings and thoughts defy description. Having experienced the love of a child as a parent I immediately connected to this new family member. It almost doesn't seem fair, it is like a roller coaster, once you ride it you know the thrill and excitement. As I try to tell my children how intense the ride will be I know they have no reference.
The only way the news could have been better is if we could have received it in person. I know that they couldn't wait to tell us and since we live a couple of hours away we got the phone call and the other set of Grandparents got the inperson "here's a bib" surprise. It was some of the best news I have ever received. My wife and I both cried, I am a crybaby anyway. What a blessing a Grandchild is.
Soon to be "Poppy"
The good news of this blog is about my son and his lovely wife having their first child. It is funny, before I had children I understood that I would love them. Although I did not fully understand love. Once we had children, I was not prepared for the depth and power of that love. As I have aged that love has grown. I was equally caught off guard by the depth of love I have for both of my daughter in laws. I do not like the term "daughter in law" so from here on out I will refer to both my son's wives as my daughters. Now I have never really asked them (my daughter's) if they mind that, I guess I should. I do not intend for them to feel that I am in anyway trying to replace their Biological Father, I know for a fact that they both love their Father very much, and that is a blessing to me. Any how, I was amazed how much love I developed for them as they joined our family. Love is an interesting thing. I have found it to be so much more than a feeling, while it carries deep feelings, it is more than emotions. I love to read and have as of yet not discovered an adequate definition for love. I experience it everyday when I see my wife as she awakes, or in the sound of one of my Children's voice as I answer the phone to hear, "Hey Dad!" I even experience it when I sit in my easy chair and the dogs jump up in my lap to help me take a nap. It is therefore, needless to say, that when my son and daughter told us we would be Grandparents, the love, feelings and thoughts defy description. Having experienced the love of a child as a parent I immediately connected to this new family member. It almost doesn't seem fair, it is like a roller coaster, once you ride it you know the thrill and excitement. As I try to tell my children how intense the ride will be I know they have no reference.
The only way the news could have been better is if we could have received it in person. I know that they couldn't wait to tell us and since we live a couple of hours away we got the phone call and the other set of Grandparents got the inperson "here's a bib" surprise. It was some of the best news I have ever received. My wife and I both cried, I am a crybaby anyway. What a blessing a Grandchild is.
Soon to be "Poppy"
Friday, August 14, 2009
A New Beginning - A New Life
For several months now I have had this blog and to be honest I just have not been able to get into it. My post have been, in a word pretty lame. Therefore, I have been thinking "whats the point?" and I concluded that there was not point. So, why continue?
Then I thought, what do I have to share with the world that can really benefit anyone, what are my interest, what do I know that is helpful? Then it came to me, the same type of question I had 25 years ago. I soon will have a role (responsibility) in the raising of a child. Twenty five years ago, I had some serious misgivings about being a father. My wife was carrying our first child and at times the weight of the responsibility was over whelming. I had so many questions and fears. It was a blessing to have a strong family there to guide my wife and I. Their guidance, encouragement and experience where a God send, literally I believe.
Now, that baby boy born 25 years ago is having his first child and my first Grandchild. Therefore, this blog will focus on the lessons my wife and I learn as we try to be the best Grandparents we can be for our Grandchild and her parents. The adventures begins!
(If you have followed this blog up to now, I have changed the purpose and point of it. I started it as an off chute of my involvement in the Baptist Disaster Relief Ministry. I hope you will continue to follow now as both my wife and I post what we learn and feel as we experience Grand-parenthood.)
Posted By: Poppy (we think that is what she will call me)
Then I thought, what do I have to share with the world that can really benefit anyone, what are my interest, what do I know that is helpful? Then it came to me, the same type of question I had 25 years ago. I soon will have a role (responsibility) in the raising of a child. Twenty five years ago, I had some serious misgivings about being a father. My wife was carrying our first child and at times the weight of the responsibility was over whelming. I had so many questions and fears. It was a blessing to have a strong family there to guide my wife and I. Their guidance, encouragement and experience where a God send, literally I believe.
Now, that baby boy born 25 years ago is having his first child and my first Grandchild. Therefore, this blog will focus on the lessons my wife and I learn as we try to be the best Grandparents we can be for our Grandchild and her parents. The adventures begins!
(If you have followed this blog up to now, I have changed the purpose and point of it. I started it as an off chute of my involvement in the Baptist Disaster Relief Ministry. I hope you will continue to follow now as both my wife and I post what we learn and feel as we experience Grand-parenthood.)
Posted By: Poppy (we think that is what she will call me)
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