You’re Beautiful

Yesterday I sat my 7 year old daughter on my lap and together we listened to this song. As the chorus rang out, I whispered the words into her ear. I wanted her to know that she is “Beautiful. She is sacred. She is treasured. She is His”. Why you ask?

Children with involved Fathers are more confident, better able to deal with frustration, better able to gain independence and their own identity, more likely to mature into compassionate adults, more likely to have a high self esteem, more sociable, more secure as infants, less likely to show signs of depression, less likely to commit suicide, more empathetic, boys have been shown to be less aggressive and adolescent girls are less likely to engage in sex.

Daughters without a Father involved are 53% more likely to marry as teenagers, 711% more likely to have children as teenagers, 164% more likely to have a pre-marital birth and 92% more likely to get divorced themselves.

Researchers of Columbia University found that children living in households with a poor relationship with their father are 68% more likely to smoke, drink or use drugs.

Adolescent girls raised with involved Fathers are significantly less likely to be sexually active than girls raised without involved Fathers.

SOURCE: DadsWorld.com

I will say that I know of several single moms that are doing an incredible job raising their children. This post isn’t to say that it cannot be done. I know some wonderful moms that are breaking the mold and proving the statistics wrong. I honor their dedication.

Dads – A minute or two out of your day to remind your child they are sacred, treasured, worth fighting for, important and valuable will go miles. Statistics prove that. It is our call. It is our responsibility. As it is often said..”If we don’t tell them they are beautiful, they will find someone that will”. God placed this child in your care. Treat them as you would any other gift. They’re beautiful…

Has It Really Been That Long?

Amazing how time flies. Thanks to technology, we get to see the progression on film. Enjoy…

The original – “Dance Like No One’s Watching”

httpvhd://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NyiHj7A2xIM

“With You”

httpvhd://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G_DGQ34rtBs

“Dynamite”

httpvhd://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P2euFFfMiuc

Let That Pony Run

Tomorrow morning marks the start of another school year and the first time that all three of our children will be in school all day. I’m not going to lie this is one of my least favorite days of the year. Tonight we close out the summer and tomorrow morning begins one year older, one year closer to football parties, boys, girls, acne, first cars, first loves and broken hearts. Sorry…like I said, I’m not a big fan of this night.

I just put my kids to bed and quietly whispered a prayer of protection over each one of them individually. For you “First Timer” parents walking your little ones to school in the next few days, I can really only offer you one piece of advice. It came from Country singer Pam Tillis (no, I don’t know here). She sang this lyric in a song (which had nothing to do with school…or children), but the line captured me. I am reminded of it every year at this time.

You do whatcha gotta do
When you know what you know
You hang on until you can’t hang on
Then you learn to let go
You get what you need sometimes
When it’s all said and done
You do whatcha gotta do
And you let that pony run….

A few years ago my wife and I walked “The Boy” to school and for the first time, we “let that pony run”. That was a tough day. We held the handle bars as long as we could. We taught him all we could teach him and did our best to “train him up”. I’m happy to report that he did just fine. Just fine indeed. We did the same with our middle child a few years later. Tomorrow morning, we will let go of our youngest child in the same way. It’s time to let that pony run. We’ve “held on until we can’t hang on” any longer.

In the morning we will walk all three of our children to school and release them into the world that is their school. I pray for their protection. I pray for their friends and their circle of influence. I pray that each one will be a light in their school and will care for the ones that need it most. I pray they will stand up for those that need a friend and be leaders where opportunities present themselves. I pray they will respect others and see people as Jesus sees them.

And we’ll let those ponies run….

Pomp and Circumstance

As odd as this may sound, this blog and my youngest child will always have an interesting connection. You see, I started this crazy thing over 5 years ago to keep family and friends informed about the upcoming birth of our child. So as she has grown, I like to hope that this silly blog has too. I’m not sure the writing is any better (matter of fact, I think I have regressed), but we have sure evolved. Today…”we” graduated. Our baby (the child…not the blog) walked across the stage and moved from pre-schooler to Kindergardener.

I can’t believe I just typed that…

In true 3rd child fashion, when we took the camera out, the battery was dead (hey, at least we remembered it!!!). So we had to resort to “Plan B” (free plug for Pete Wilson’s book included) and went with the cell phone. For those that have been around the blog from our early beginnings, enjoy this moment. For those that know and love our baby girl as much as we do, enjoy this clip too. Our last pre-school graduation…(gulp)

Pomp and Circumstance

As odd as this may sound, this blog and my youngest child will always have an interesting connection. You see, I started this crazy thing over 5 years ago to keep family and friends informed about the upcoming birth of our child. So as she has grown, I like to hope that this silly blog has too. I’m not sure the writing is any better (matter of fact, I think I have regressed), but we have sure evolved. Today…”we” graduated. Our baby (the child…not the blog) walked across the stage and moved from pre-schooler to Kindergardener.

I can’t believe I just typed that…

In true 3rd child fashion, when we took the camera out, the battery was dead (hey, at least we remembered it!!!). So we had to resort to “Plan B” (free plug for Pete Wilson’s book included) and went with the cell phone. For those that have been around the blog from our early beginnings, enjoy this moment. For those that know and love our baby girl as much as we do, enjoy this clip too. Our last pre-school graduation…(gulp)

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The White Horse

We’re a music family. Well actually, I am a music fanatic so the rest of the family doesn’t have much of a choice. It’s usually always on and most times, I’m singing it. My girls, as most girls, have taken a liking to Taylor Swift. I’m okay with that and (man card alert) sorta dig her CD. So the other night we were singing the words to “White Horse” and that’s when it happened….

My 7 Year old (Princess #1) – I don’t know what that song means. What’s it about?

Me – It’s about getting your heart broken

Princess #1 – What does it mean to get your heart broken

Me - I hope you never find out…..

No sooner had the words left my mouth did it hit me….she will. No matter what I do, no matter how hard I try, there is nothing I can do about it. I thought about locking her away with her younger sister in a high tower with nothing but a spinning wheel, but I’m not aware of any large castles in our town. I could get all legalistic and crazy, start a shotgun collection and impose the wrath on whatever boy steps foot on my property, but that would probably get me arrested. What scares me is that there will be boys and I was….well…a boy once too.

It keeps me up at night….

There was a lot of grace involved in my years as a teenager, college and even after that. I’ve got to keep that in mind. I know one day a boy, with a white horse (preferably a Ford Mustang) will show up in my driveway. This is where I lean into grace, the way we’re bringing her up now and let go of the handlebars. I pray I am showing her love so she won’t seek it. I pray I’m giving her purpose, confidence and wisdom. Because I know one day the white horse will arrive and ride her away. If she returns with a broken heart I’ll kill him we’ll help her mend it and prepare it for the one that won’t break it.

And pray a lot…..

A Lesson In Grace

Sippy Cup Overload
Image by lynda@dwc via Flickr

Last night I received a lesson and hopefully taught one as well. It was the bedtime hour and I was putting the kiddo’s to bed. My youngest daughter requested some juice in a sippy cup to place beside her bed. She got used to doing this during a recent battle with the flu so I didn’t mind agreeing to said request. My middle child heard the request and decided she would like a little bedside refreshment as well. One problem…she has been known to sleep right on through her “potty alarm”….if you know what I mean.

Knowing that she would have this “issue” and trying to avoid a further problem, I kindly explained that she probably shouldn’t as it might lead to her wetting the bed. Since I am a softie when it comes to my girls, the hour was late and I didn’t have it in me to argue…you guessed it, she got a sippy cup too. Everyone went to bed without a hitch and I enjoyed the next 2 hours of catching up on some work in my home office. That’s when it happened.

Small footsteps

Sleepy child walking in my office

Quivering lower bottom lip

Embarrassment on her little face

A tear forming in her eye

Decision time for daddy…..

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