Saturday, June 16, 2012

Where the Boys Play


     Living in a small community just outside the Washington, D.C. line, we have very little room for the boys to roam and really enjoy the open spaces.  This weekend we visited my sister-in-law and her husband in Fredrick, Maryland, and I really had an opportunity to enjoy some great moments with my boys.  With a long lane that has a gradual slope and a large parking lot, the boys had a great place to ride bike.  Then my older son discovered a few frisbees, and we spent a great deal of time throwing frisbees back and forth.  At seven years of age, he can toss a frisbee extremely well while I am inaccurate and sometimes rather poor mechanically with my tosses.  Despite my inefficiency, he had great fun running my errant throws to ground before they came to a complete halt.  He would go sliding through the grass and come up with the frisbee doing a little dance and shaking his fist victoriously when he got to the frisbee before it stopped.  After a period of time doing this, he came up to me and graciously said, "Dad, you can take a little rest now.  We can come back later and play more together."  Later that evening while watching a family movie together, he came over to me and snuggled up to my side for the entire movie.  What a great way to spend a weekend with family!

Saturday, June 9, 2012

Faith of a Child


     Jesus spoke of the faith of a child when he was on earth and once said that unless we became as little children, we could not enter the kingdom of heaven.  Recently I had a vivid firsthand example of that "faith of a child."  My elder son said to me one evening last week, "Dad, my toe is still hurting.  It is not healed, and I know why."
     "Why is that?" I queried.
     "You did not remember to pray for it," he replied.  "If you had prayed for it, then it would be healed."
     I immediately told him I was sorry and proceeded to pray for his toe to get better.  Several nights later, he had a nightmare in the middle of the night (He is prone to nightmares.), and was yelling frantically for his daddy.  I rushed downstairs to his bedside to comfort him and assure him that everything was okay, and again he wanted me to pray for him.  He then was comfortable with me leaving his bedside to go back to bed.  Last night we were out late for my ballgames, and we were very late getting home.  Both boys were sound asleep when we arrived home, and I had to carry them inside and put them to bed.  Everett never woke up, but Matthew did.  The last thing he said before drifting off into a peaceful sleep was, "Pray that I won't have any nightmares."  I prayed for him, and in the morning asked if he slept well.  He replied that he had because I had prayed for him.  Truly the faith that a child has is very great.

Tuesday, June 5, 2012

A Double Blessing!


     Having two little boys has been such a blessing for me.  I thank the Lord daily for bestowing them upon my wife and  me.  I wake up in the morning to get ready for work, and very shortly one of the two will join me as I am getting dressed.  Immediately questions fly as to where I am going.  "Daddy, are you going to paint today?  Daddy, where are you going to paint?"  Of course, the next question is, "Can I come and watch you paint?"  The disappointment on their faces is painful to see when I answer in the negative.  Explaining that they would become very bored just sitting and watching me paint does little to alleviate their distress.
      However, when I come home at the end of the day, I get the most enthusiastic reception imaginable.  They almost run over one another trying to be the first to get to me.  Pretty soon I have one clutching my leg while the other is climbing up to my shoulders where he perches like a king on his throne.  During the school year, when I would pick them up to go home at the end of the day, the elder would go to the playground to pick up the younger.  Pretty soon I would see two little guys flying towards me at full speed.  I almost had to hold my breath while waiting for them, fearing one or the other might trip and fall as he sped towards me.  At the last moment, one or the other would launch himself in a flying leap into my arms, giving me a big hug and a kiss.  Moments like these provide me with memories I will treasure for the rest of my life whether it be one year or twenty years.

Monday, June 4, 2012

She Makes Me Proud!


     I know this blog is supposed to be about myself and my relationship with my boys, but that relationship would be incomplete without my wife, and that is why this entry is all about her.  My wife and I met online in late summer of 2002.  Having been widowed for about fifteen years, I found that it was a welcome respite from that loneliness by chatting online.  While I was on a Christian site one evening, a young lady, suddenly and unknowingly, interrupted a chat I was having with a self proclaimed prince from Africa.  She simply posed the question, "Would you like to chat?"  Suddenly I found myself  chatting to two people from opposite ends of the earth. To make a long story short, eighteen months later this little lady, all five feet and ninety-nine pounds of her, boarded a plane bound for the United States to marry me. 
     Eight and one-half years later, my wife has embarked upon a new direction in her life.  Having two little boys and the disadvantage of adopting a second language as her primary language, she has now returned to school to get a degree in a new field of study, radiography.  Despite her disadvantages and being out of school for eleven years, she has been able to remain on the Dean's List through her first two semesters.  In addition to going to school and taking care of her family, she has also worked part time for the last year. 
     Just this year I lost my job, and the prospects of getting another job at my age are not very good, especially with a family to cover for healthcare.  I have applied for SSI benefits and plan on working part time while homeschooling my boys; however, that leaves a lot of uncertainty for the next few years.  Instead of complaining or becoming angry, Tess has decided to become a part of the solution.  She has established her own little crafts business making hair clips for little girls, demonstrating her courage, resourcefulness and creativity once again.
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