Bill and Pam Farrel, internationally-known speakers and authors, say it this way: “men are like waffles.” In non-culinary terms, men tend to compartmentalize things…everything in our lives is neatly organized into little squares. We see the different spheres in our lives as separate, and when we plan and process, we focus on one […]
I know my words,
For now he’ll listen to.
He’ll try to mimic.
Yet in the morrows,
I hope he’ll take my words in,
Heed my morsel of wisdom.
And only empower him.
I hope my weaknesses,
My many mistakes,
He’ll never go through,
But learn from,
to be all that i wasn’t,
to be strong of all i was afraid of,
And only empower him.
This journey we call fatherhood is extraordinary. In every way. From the birth of my first child, to the adoption of my second, to the arrival of my third, I am in awe of the little lives that have been entrusted to my care and my love. As much as I hope to teach them, they, by far, have taught me way more than I thought even possible. Through their adventures, I see the world in bright, new colors. Through their sleepy eyes, I am reminded, myself, to slow down. I relish in the pure bigness and unencumbered love they radiate towards me. How can I possibly hope to live up to their expectations of me? What can I possibly give to them that is more valuable, or at least of equal value, than the bursting joy they so freely share with me each day?
I was raised with a poverty mentality. Do not get me wrong. I am thankful for how much my parents provided and invested in me. And I want to show gratitude for what shaped me in the past no matter what happened; however, there are certain traits in your personality that you keep as a result of where and how you grew up.
In ancient times, a King had a boulder placed on a roadway. Then he hid himself and watched to see if anyone would remove the huge rock. Some of the king’s wealthiest merchants and courtiers came by and simply walked around it. Many loudly blamed the King for not keeping the roads clear, but none did […]
In the days when an ice cream sundae cost much less, a 10 year-old boy entered a hotel coffee shop and sat at a table. A waitress put a glass of water in front of him. “How much is an ice cream sundae?” he asked. “50¢,” replied the waitress.
The little boy pulled his hand out of […]
One night, at 11:30 p.m., an older African American woman was standing on the side of an Alabama highway trying to endure a lashing rainstorm. Her car had broken down and she desperately needed a ride. Soaking wet, she decided to flag down the next car.
A young white man stopped to help her, generally unheard of […]