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Love him with my whole heart, I do. (Dad)

Since watching it sail off into the sunset just a few hours ago, it seemed obvious that I would write about our ship tonight.

About the amazing people that are on their way to Papua New Guinea to give their very lives to others. About the ones that waved them off from the shore who have spent long hours preparing, assembling, building, welding, painting, cleaning, praying. About the many people that have rallied, given themselves, invested their time, emptied their wallets.

I was going to write about the people waiting on the other side of the journey. The ones who have hope rising because of the heart and help that the ship brings and represents.

And these are worthy things to write about. (I will.)

But then I realized that today is my dad’s birthday.

And maybe no one else in the blogosphere cares about reading a wee post from a girl about her dad… but I care about writing, about giving him space.

I have so many memories of my dad growing up. I kid you not, they are all happy.

He was just that good of a dad.

But you know what I always remember when I think back to him during our “little” years?

Bike rides.

And tennis.

And softball in the park and soccer in the yard.

Whatever was my current whim, there he was right alongside me, helping me to learn, helping me get better,

but mostly… just having fun with me.

What a great dad. Dependable, available, approachable, relatable.

Always giving, always fun, always involved (in the best possible way).

Sixty years of being the best dad (and now granddad) I could ever imagine having.

Love him with my whole heart, I do.

STOP.

 

Q for you: How do you remember your growing-up years with your dad?

 

Love,
A

 

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Do you have rules for yourself that you sometimes wish you didn’t?

Recently I found a stack of thank you cards that I never finished. Some are from Levi’s birthday (January). THe others are from Christmas.

Can I just say how devastating this is?

I have a personal value that gifts should always be acknowledged by a thank you card. It’s something I try to always do.

For both of these occasions I printed out cute cards that I made myself. (Put a little effort into it already, you know?)

I have my lists of who needs to be thanked.

And then they got buried under the mounds of other stuff in that one cubby hole in my office shelves that I avoid that’s full of things to be filed and paperwork to sort out…

and never saw the light of day again until… later.

Much later.

Now we are looking at three and four months late.

What do I do?

Chalk it up as a thank you fail and move on?

Of write the cards with a “better late than never” mentality? (Almost more embarassing, I think?)

Would people be blessed to receive a thank you this far down the track? Or is that just weird.

I’m seriously considering moving on… but then there’s this thing. This thing I have about doing them.

Ugh.

Does this happen to anyone else? Do you have “rules” for yourself that you sometimes wish you didn’t but that you also don’t want to give up because you think they;re important? (And was that a long, non-sensical sentence, or what?)

Help me.

STOP.

 

Q for you: What’s one of your personal “things” that you just have to do… but sometimes with you didn’t?

 

Love,
A

 

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The most epic fail and the most amazing man

The other day I drove twenty minutes across town with both of my littles in the backseat – Judah strapped into his car seat, Levi… not.

Twenty. Minutes.

I pulled in the driveway, opened Levi’s door, reached in to help him out… and saw it: the unbuckled belt.

Trying not to burst into tears (and frighten him) I squeezed him tight and told him I was sorry and asked him for forgiveness and thanked God nothing happened and kicked myself for being too busy to notice and rejoiced that all was well… all at once.

Between Judah crying, running late for lunch and naps, getting both kids into the car in a busy parking lot, trying not to lose it while geting the stroller folded up and crammed into our tiny trunk, and stuffing the groceries into the front seat of our car… I forgot one of the two most crucial steps. Judah was buckled, but not my Levi.

Not my best moment.

(Makes me want to cry just thinking about it now.)

I later told Ryan what I did and the first thing he said was, “Are you ok?”

Seriously? Are you OK?

That’s how amazing my husband is.

Obviously he knew Levi was fine. And he knew that I would have been shaken up and ready to tear my clothes and rub ashes on my face and send myself into exile outside the city. So while some would be quick to scold or reprimand or “ugh” in disgust, he simply asked if I was ok.

That, my friends, is grace.

He gave me exactly what I didn’t deserve… but what I needed.

I think about God and hte grace he gives us (oh! the GRACE that we made it home safely with no accident… I’d have never forgiven myself). And I hold in my hand such a tangible example of grace extended to me, both in our protection and in my husband’s response to my carelessness.

God knows I’m sorry. God knows I’ve learned a lesson. God knows that rebuking me would do nothing to make things better.

Apparently my husband knows all that stuff too.

That day I saw God in the response of a man.

How grateful I am for him, and to get to wake up tomorrow morning and celebrate the most glorious day he was born.

Ryan: God’s grace to me.

STOP.

 

Q for you: When’s the last time you unintentionally messed up big time? Was grace extended to you? (I hope so.)

 

Love,
A

p.s. I hope you don’t think I’m an incredibly irresponsible mother. I posted this thinking that most of us probably have a story like this to share. How I wish I could be sure it was my last. 😦

 

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Adriel also writes on motherhood & parenting at The Mommyhood Memos


Twenty-one is light years away

I sat there watching the tall, long-haired twenty-one year old with his friends, laughing and chatting and talking about nothing.

Minus the tattoos, they looked like my own dad and his friends thirty years ago – bushy, unkept beards, long hair, well-worn thrifted clothes.

And I couldnt help but think that these are my own sons in twenty yeras time.

Who knows what styles will look like then. But it made me wonder, would looking at them as twenty-somethings remind me of my own childhood or teenage yeras as fashio goes full circle yet again?

It’s so hard to imagine celebrating Levi’s 21st. Seems light years away.

And yet I know when that day coems I’ll remember this little post and probably chuckle to myself at how close it all was.

I watched my friend tonight as she listened to her son’s friends share favorite memories and affirmations with him.

What must she have been thinking as she commemorated this coming of age?

All I could think about were my own two sons at home – one in his crib and the other in his bassinet. I wanted to go home and scoop them up and brgin them into bed with me so I wouldn’t have to let them go.

How can these babies I hold soeday be men? And how will I help them get there?

For now I’ll just enjoy my babies.

Twenty-one is still a long way off.

STOP.

 

Q for you: How do you imagine your life in twenty years time?

 

Love,
A

 

Click Clink Five is a blog by Adriel Booker. | Five minutes a day, unedited. | 2012 All rights reserved. | Adriel also writes on parenting and motherhood at The Mommyhood Memos.


My husband–I mean kid–got a new train set

train set

 

We’ve talked about not wanting the house to be filled and filled with toys.

But already, only two years into this gig, we have a lot of toys!! Amazing how they build up, even though we haven’t actually bought very many of them.

For the ones we do buy ourselves, we try to be pretty selective and smart.

For Levi’s birthday we decided to get him a train set.

We planned on getting him a little starter set taht could be built on and extended later.

But whenw e went to buy it they had this mountain pass set on sale for a ridiculous price. Only a little bit more than the starter kit.

So we went for it. Why not??

it has buildings, farm animals, trees, construction workers and signs, emergency vehicles.

The only thing it’s missing is a Starbucks.

It’s a pretty cool set. Maybe even over-the-top a little.

Tonight at 9pm after the kids were in bed I caught my husband playing with it. Alone.

No doubt half the toys we parents buy are becuase we want a reason to play with them again.

Why do you think care bears, smurfs, transformers, the muppets, adn all things 80’s are being remarketed? Totally targeting the parents who want to buy them for their kids and reignite their old childhood passions.

And train sets – classic. They will never get old.

Fun tiems.

I’m digging Levi’s train set. (he already loves it too.) No doubt Judah will soon follow suit.

And Ryan? Ryan is in heaven.

Levi’s aunties also had fun putting it together with us.

I’m pretty happy about our choice of gifts.

One to make the whole family smile.

STOP.

 

Q for you: My most treasured childhood toy was the coveted Cabbage Patch Kid. My uncle brought him back from Japan for me. His birth certificate was in Japanese… so I named him… Tyson. What was your favorite childhood toy?

 

Love,
A

 

Click Clink Five is a blog by Adriel Booker. | Five minutes a day, unedited. | 2012 All rights reserved. | Adriel also writes on parenting and motherhood at The Mommyhood Memos.

 


Twooooooo | I’m changed and still the same

 

“TWOOOO!”

This is Levi practicing “two”. He’s still getting the hang of it, but I’m really liking his current interpretation.

I can’t belive my little baby is turning two on Sunday.

That has been a fast two years. FAST. And yet it feels long too.

So much has changed.

I’ve changed, mostly.

Having kids changes you like nothing else.

And yet I’m still me. I’m still the same person I always have been.

Just different.

I wish I knew hw to describe that better to freinds who’ve not yet had kids. I know they want to understnad. But they can’t. Well, not completely at least.

So this birthday marks two years of motherhood for me.

But really it’s not about me.

It’s about my precious little peanut that’s invaded my heart.

He is so funny, so clever, so gorgous, and so adorable… i can hardly stand it.

I love this age. Yes there are tantrums and shananagans, but there is so much personality, hilarity, adn wonder and curiosity. I love that Levi causes me to see life differently.

I’m so thankful for my first-born.

But can’t believe I only have  a one-year-old for a few more days.

*sigh*

Mah Baaaaybeeee!

STOP.

 

Q for you: Do you have kids? Do you get what I mean when I say they change you and yet you’re still the same?

 

Love,
A

 

Click Clink Five is a blog by Adriel Booker. | Five minutes a day, unedited. | 2012 All rights reserved. | Adriel also writes on parenting and motherhood at The Mommyhood Memos.