Well its official: JJ is now an Idahoan. The air smells fresher, the water is clearer, and the potatoes are tastier. Yes, life is just that much better in Idaho. Fortunately for everyone who is reading this post, you too can become an Idahoan! There are a few things you must do first:
1) Repent of your Californian/New Yorker residency
Strewn like shattered glass lay the debris of play time gone bad. I hear the chatter and the in depth discussion on rebuilding “New York city”. Building the towers. A shriek, someone stole the wrong block and a squabble ensues. Suddenly a voice, their attention is wafted away by its familiar call. Mommy, with suckers! They dash like mad to receive their reward.
Being a parent is a challenge. That’s my understatement of the year. A blessed challenge. They try your patience, scare you silly, and say things that are brilliant.
Like in the restaurant my two year old screams, “I tooted!” All the world pauses and laughs. Being a parent should require special training. Like translation science - understanding grunts. Top notch negotiating skills. First Aide. Peace keeping missions. Family diplomacy and many more fancy titles.
You know people use the word “break up” to convey a relationship has been terminated. I guess some think that a “break up” is climbing the social ladder of relationships until you get the one you want. Not so with the family. I’d rather use the term Break Down. When the family breaks down so does society, so does the church, so does the nation.
When I hold my little ones and look at my wife, I must remember the value. The priceless moments. The worth of a kind word, a gentle kiss, and tender touch. Instead of a harsh word let me speak wisdom and patient correction. Well, this post has turned into something I wasn’t aiming for so let me lighten it up a bit.
Men, lets get things in order. Lets let the only destruction be of our kids toy room by a two foot tornado (Sydney’s nickname), lets not allow our lust, greed, and anger destroy our families. Jesu Juva.