This week’s Lego Jar has me reflecting on the depths of parenting. Parenting is like graduate school. If you have more than one kid, then it is like having a heavy class load. There are things you learn in the daily grind and there are things that feel like busy work. The only difference is that while both cost a lot of money, one will get you a degree while the other will give you a degree of insanity. I will let you decide which one provides which blessing.
Parenting brings blessings, joys, sorrows and sacrifice. But when I come home and they all come running, it really makes no difference. I like to sleep just like you do. I even enjoy adult conversation. It is just that right now I am in the parenting classroom learning about who I am and how that relates to several other young lives.
Parents: Take time to appreciate your children today. They might be a handful, but they are your handful. Enjoy! I know that the time invested now will pay off in the future.
Children: Appreciate your parents. They might be a handful, but remember you were their handful first.
If parenting is like graduate school, I suppose I will never be graduating. I suppose this is a good alternative to getting my terminal degree.
In other news, spring has come to New England. I spent a good part of the week mocking my family and friends who were receiving snow in May. I was not receiving snow in May so it looked quite beautiful to me.
I hope you have a great weekend with some awesome people! May the 4th be with you.
Spring is apparently happening these days. That means more daylight and more time outside. This week we experienced both, as I wrote about earlier this week with my daughter. This Lego Jar gives a picture of how my children navigate the change of seasons.
We Got Chalk
My 3-year-old still has trouble with certain words. Mainly he puts the letter ‘f’ in front of words that he shouldn’t. As you can imagine, it makes for many little heart attacks when he screams about trucks driving past. I came home on Friday and he told me that we got some fhalk. I figured it out because I am so smart. Actually, it was obvious.
The outline of the body is funny to me. There was nothing to see here, so I moved on.
Once again I noticed two of my boys pouring water into a bucket. Upon further inspection it was determined that there was also dirt in this bucket. They were making something, but we really don’t know what.
Wagons do a couple of things in our world: they transport people and they transport dirt. These two things often happen at the same time. This time it was my daughter who wanted a ride, but no one seemed interested.
My family has spent some time watching Duck Dynasty. As a result, my boys have been adding phrases like “jack” onto their sentences. It is funny if you have seen the show or live in the south. Here in New England people just look at us funny. Well, let’s just say they do that anyway.
Have a great weekend!
We spent a few days visiting some friends this week. This week I share with you a few pictures of our trip because it captures the week quite well.
I have documented many times how my children love to gather any free publication they can. True to form, they went ahead and picked as many as they could off every display they were able to get their hands on.
They found another one.
Feeding the big doggie
We saw a horse and were able to feed carrots to it. My daughter called it a doggie and even waved bye to it.
The Sweetest Place on Earth
We took some time to stop in Hershey, PA. While there we spent a couple of hours at Chocolate World. It was awesome! We even did the free tour twice because my kids loved it so much.
Keep Your Staples At Home
We went to a park and came across this sign. It is obvious that they have a real staple problem in New Stanton, PA.
We managed to have a great time away. My boys are still singing the song “it’s the milk chocolate” that they cows sang. They want to go back! I can’t say I blame them. It is a huge candy store after all.
Have a great weekend!
Taking time out of the normal settings of life can be refreshing and joy giving. This past Sunday we were able to worship together in a different church. It allowed me the opportunity to be a part of worship without a role in leading it from the platform. I love being able to take a break and absorb what is going on around me. However, during the service there was a time to share what things people were praising God for that particular day. I had no intention of saying anything and had nothing really that I felt was worth sharing. Without prompting from me my 6-year-old son said out loud, “I am thankful that I am with my family today.”
This comment did a few things to me. First, it made me proud as a dad because my son was willing to praise God for something in front of a bunch of strangers. It is encouraging to see him step out like that. It also made me think about the nature of worship. We are told to offer our bodies as living sacrifices to God because it is all that we have to give. This means on the days that we meet to worship together and the days we don’t. Everyday is a day to worship God. Everyday is a day to thank God for something, even if the only thing you feel the need to thank God for is the breath in your lungs. Every moment is a gift from the author of life.
Without realizing it, he had caused me to stop and consider how many things I miss because I am not in the moment. It is like my boys at breakfast asking me what is for dinner. I always tell them not to concern themselves with that now because it is breakfast time. It is the same with life. Praise God for each moment. If you are sitting with your family in church, praise God. If you are watching a movie with your spouse, praise God for that. If you are driving to work, praise Him. I guess the lesson here is that God does not waste moments and we shouldn’t either.
For all that is, or isn’t, being said about the Kermit Gosnell trial, I thought I would at least make a few comments on it. I know that the outrage on social media is about how the media isn’t covering it. I would agree with that, but there is an even greater outrage then that. For so many people life has become such a trivial thing that it is reduced to politics and rhetoric. In the end it doesn’t matter what media is or isn’t covering on this. What matters is that lives were lost because someone disregarded them. It deeply hurts to read some of the accounts of things that took place there because they were done to defenseless people . It should bother us as human beings made in the image of God. He is the author, the very source, of life. We are not in charge of that no matter what we might think.
I pray not just for a media frenzy. I pray for redemption. I pray that people will stop taking lives, regardless where these lives happen to be. If we just stop and think for a few minutes we would at least agree on that without any politics.
This day I call the heavens and the earth as witnesses against you that I have set before you life and death, blessings and curses. Now choose life, so that you and your children may live – Deuteronomy 30:19
Spring on Cape Cod means two things: rain and rain. It seems like we don’t have any real transition to summer. This week’s Lego Jar represents some transitions for us from winter to summer.
First of all I need to explain what I mean by crying clouds. One morning I was taking the boys to the bus stop when my 6-year-old son started talking about the rain. In his unique way of understanding things he said to me: “hey dad, why do the clouds keep crying? They should just be happy.” I agree. That being said, they must be quite sad because it has rained a lot this week.
There are other deep thoughts to share too like:” hey dad, metal is not plastic; metal is glass” He also asked me what it would be like to be a car and if I had ever been one. I assured him that I have not had the pleasure of being a car. It does make me wonder what kind of car I would be.
One night after dinner the boys put together a little dessert for us. They are wanting ice cream now that it is spring. I have not started that yet, much to their dismay.
Spring is time for home repairs. My kids appreciate the opportunity to help using their tools. My daughter thinks it is fun to take the tools out of the tool box and then put them back.
My oldest had his spring concert this week. I was shocked by the number of people using large tables to record their child. There are two thoughts I had: 1) Why do you record the entire program? Who wants to watch the whole thing again? 2) Can you be anymore obnoxious with your tablet? If I have to watch the show through your tablet, it is too large and you should stand in the back. But despite my snarky thoughts the show must go on.
Lastly, our daughter continues her climbing ways. She has moved on from tables and is now climbing the shelves in the closet. She is so proud of herself.
Spring vacation is here for the kids. Let’s hope the clouds stop crying!
Have a great weekend!