Happy Camper
It wasn’t that long ago, or so it seems, that I was walking down the stairs at a conference in Washington, DC. On the landing I met two people and we struck up an engaging conversation. He was smart and insightful, she was very cute, and quite charming. He wasn’t my type, and I thought she was taken – so I moved on. Besides, I wasn’t in a place where I was “looking.“
Fast forward a few months and I’m in SW Michigan checking out a grad school. I run into this beautiful woman again, but since I thought she was unavailable, I hadn’t tried to remember her name. Imagine my embarrassment and chagrin, when she asked if I remembered her. I didn’t forget this unforgettable woman, I just didn’t remember her name – Jennifer.
Several months later, after I’d sold all my stuff and moved to Michigan, Jennifer and I became friends. It helped that she wasn’t available – and it helped that I was on a relationship fast. Taking time to get my head, my heart, and my spirit in order – while advancing my education. It wasn’t long before Jennifer became available. But fortunately for us, I was still abstaining from dating.
A year later, a mutual friend suggested that Jennifer and I would make a great couple. Besides, she offered, you’re already good friends. That was all the encouragement I needed. A week later, we had our first date. We shared a 2 fer one McDonald’s coupon during her short lunch break. We drove out to the shores of Lake Michigan and there on that sunny, Spring day in April, I shared with Jennifer that I was done with recreational dating. If we were going to date, I said, it would be with the understanding of “healthy” and intentional courtship.
And though this was a bit scary for both of us, we moved forward. Now today, we celebrate eight years of marriage!
I never really understood why people were so eager for me (or other singles) to get married. It isn’t always roses and romance. There is a cost to marriage. Surrender, compromise, humility, and disappointments are all part of the deal. Companionship, contentment, cooperation, and celebration are the rewards. I was willing to pay the price, for the growth of my own character. I am a better person having shared the last eight years with this saint of a woman.
I know why I stay in the game, sometimes I’m not sure why she keeps putting up with my crap. But as she shows patience and perseverance, I am more determined than ever to repay her love with even more love. Sometimes, when everything is quiet and I’m left with my thoughts, a burning appreciation and devotion wells up from my heart – I get teary thinking about the joy this woman brings into my life.
My goal, my drive, is to provide more than just a home and comfortable living. I want what is best for her. I want her to thrive and grow, to become the woman God created her to be. To do this, I have to let go of my own expectations, my own agenda, and my own selfish motives. Instead, I am learning to create shared expectations, a shared agenda, and shared goals.
The icing on the cake for all of this is our children. I never knew how cool it would be to be a Dad. I don’t think I ever really knew what love was, until my kids were born. I’m in the process of learning how to better express my love, and in healthier ways. I also know that my wife, my beautiful, loving partner – the mother of our kids – is the reason I’m living the dream!
Jennifer, though words are inadequate, I love you with a burning love, from inside my soul. Thank you for being the woman you are. Thank you for being here, now, with me. And thank you for being such a terrific Mom! You are incredible!!
I’m one happy camper!
Making the Bed
It is really easy to overlook the little things. We can get so busy, in such a rush, that we miss the smell of the roses right in our path. For the past several years I’ve been on a journey to achieve a better balance between home, work, the spiritual, and me. I’ve set some clear limits on my time, I’ve built in margins to absorb the unexpected, and I’ve made great progress into putting the large rocks in the jar first.
I really shouldn’t be too hard on myself. Though I want to observe and respond to every cute, smart, and adorable thing my children do – that really isn’t possible. Somethings are just going to slip through the cracks.
Last week, as I was rushing to get out the door, my Darling 4 year old Daughter stopped me. She took my hand and led me back into the bedroom. I could tell by the twinkle in her eye that she was excited. She proudly showed me her bed and boasted, “Look Dad, I made my own bed! All by myself!” With that she stood with a big grin and awaited my adoring approval.
I almost missed it. Making the bed isn’t high on my list of priorities. In fact, I tend to subscribe to the view that the bed should air out during the day. I don’t see it as messy, so much as I see it recuperating. The sunlight and air help it to be ready for another night of hard sleep.
I almost missed it. I was in a hurry.
I almost missed it. It didn’t seem like it should take a lot of skill to make a bed – especially this little toddler bed.
And then it hit me. This is one of those moments I don’t want to miss. This was a great big almost adult accomplishment for her. Not only did she do this on her own initiative (Mommy or Daddy didn’t ask, or direct, her to make the bed), but she did it well. This is one of those moments a Daddy doesn’t want to miss. This is one of those moments where we can praise their character and skill, not just their beauty and brains. The former are things that are shaped, the latter are issues they have no control over.
It is easy to praise people in general, and kids in particular (especially our own kids) for their beauty, brawn, or brains. But those things are mostly shaped by their genetic code. Isn’t it better to give people, and especially our kids, praise and encouragement for doing the right things – not just doing things right.
Yeah…I almost missed it. But instead of rushing off to my pre-scheduled task, I stopped and made a big deal about the well-made bed. Then we went and got Mommy and showed her how cool her Darling Daughter is – as if she didn’t already know!
As I deal with teens and adults, the one thing I’m struck by is the generalized lack of confidence and self-esteem. Much of this is rooted in the way a child is raised. Much of this goes back to emotionally and/or physically absent fathers. It is my belief, that if I treat my kids with respect and encourage their holistic growth, they can better overcome some of the defeating messages they receive while growing up.
What are you doing to encourage your kids’ emotional, spiritual, and social strength?

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