Showing posts with label parenting. Show all posts
Showing posts with label parenting. Show all posts

Tuesday, November 1, 2011

My most recent favorite moments as a dad

In no particular order, here is why being a dad has been awesome lately.

  1. Watching Hannah play soccer - seriously, so much fun. After five or six scoreless seasons in which she wondered if she would EVER score a goal - she now has 17 on the year. This week they beat an undefeated team 4-1 and Hannah scored all four goals. PROUD DAD.
  2. Wrestling - my kids new favorite pastime and mine too. A week or so ago I had one of the fullest, busiest, tiring days I've had in a long time. When we got home the kids and I had an epic wrestling match for the ages. Just when I didn't think I had any energy left, they managed to find a few more drops to squeeze out of me. Loved it.
  3. Praying for Joy - My daughter Joy had eye surgery last week. It was scary and stressful, but I loved gathering the family around before the surgery and laying hands on her to pray for her. I love to see my kids pray for each other and for all of us to learn that kind of dependence on God. (And she is doing great by the way)
  4. Popsicles - Hannah's teacher told us a story last week. It seems that she dropped the class off at P.E. with the understanding that another teacher would take the kids from P.E. to their next activity. Before she left she told Hannah "You're in charge." I'm sure she was kidding. But when the other teacher never showed, Hannah took charge. She lined up her class and led them by herself to the next thing. When she arrived with a perfectly behaved class and no teacher it earned them all popsicles. She'll be running that school soon.

Monday, April 18, 2011

Parenting moment

You never know when they are coming. Those times when life seems to hand deliver a moment packed full of opportunity to teach, to guide, to parent. Yesterday was one of those moments for me.

My oldest daughter is a bit of an entrepreneur. Over the weekend she ran her own yard sale on Saturday, and then a lemonade stand on Sunday. In fact, as the lemonade stand seemed to be stalling she and her friends began to take it door to door. At the end of the day she had actually made quite a bit of money, and she and the next door neighbors would end up splitting the profits.

Somewhere toward the end of the day, another boy came over to play. Without replaying all the details, it appears that he was pretty impressed by the amount of money she had made. And he felt like he wanted some of it. So when they were alone, he put the pressure on. My daughter resisted at first (I only know the details because we found out later), but eventually caved and gave the boy a $10 bill.

So where do you go with that as a parent? Some might downplay it. Others might run down the street and strangle some kid (haha, I have to admit I thought about it!). I think it was a divine moment for me and my daughter. Here are a few of my thoughts.

Pressure

As far as I know, this is the first time she has ever faced big time peer pressure. But this is a specific type of pressure isn't it? This is the first time that a boy has pressured her to give him something. And unfortunately, it probably won't be the last time a boy puts the pressure on. And THAT makes this moment so important. It's also why I would gladly pay $10 for this learning experience. The conversation we had afterwards was priceless. Parents (especially dads!), I'm convinced that these seemingly small moments when our girls are 7 are the key to having 17 year olds who are confident, strong young women who have discernment and the ability to stand up for themselves. And these conversations set the stage for an open, honest dialogue with your kids as the conversations continue over the next 15+ years.

I'm certainly not a perfect parent, and I have much to learn. But I have had the unique opportunity to work with hundreds of teenagers over a 10 year span. There is a clear difference between the girls whose identity, value, and sense of self worth come from their fathers, and those who are searching for it elsewhere. My daughter needed to hear from her dad yesterday that it is ok to say NO. She needed to hear that she should never have to give in to the pressure of someone else. She needed to hear that she has the strength and the ability to stand up for herself and to be confident in doing so. She needed to hear that what that boy did to her was wrong and she should never settle for it.

Parents, don't ever pass an opportunity like this up to guide your kids, to walk with them through their thought process, to talk about their fears, the decisions they made, and how they feel afterwards. Role play it with them, talk about how they could have handled it differently, ask lots of questions. Resist the urge to rescue them and to make it all right. I know that feels like what we need to do sometimes, and maybe at times we do, but there is such value in these moments. You won't always be there. And you won't always be able to fix a situation. But if we teach our kids discernment, and we teach them wisdom - they won't need to be rescued next time.

What about you? How would you have handled this? Have you ever had a situation like this?

Monday, March 15, 2010

Isaiah James


Today my son entered the world, but it wasn't an easy ride. At 8 lbs. and 10 oz. he's a big little guy. We had praying and planning all week to get through the weekend, past my wife's baby shower on Saturday, and past church on Sunday morning. So when Kimi began having contractions Sunday afternoon, all I can say is the timing couldn't have been more perfect. After a couple of hours at the house, we decided to head into the hospital. Once we got checked in and Kimi got checked out, we realized that her contractions were between two and three minutes apart. It seemed that this baby wasn't going to wait long. But once Kimi got hydrated a bit things slowed down and we settled in for a long night. All together it took about 12 hours, and at 7:05am Isaiah was born. However, like I said before, he didn't come easily.

As it turned out, his shoulders were too wide, and with the combination of the cord around his neck, things got really scary there for a few minutes. He seemed to be stuck. I'm pretty sure we witnessed the closest a doctor gets to being panicked. By the time Isaiah was finally born, around a dozen doctors and nurses were in the room and busily working on both mom and baby. It was close to two minutes before Isaiah made even a single sound. He was silent, and from our perspective lifeless. Kimi and I knew that things weren't going well. It was a very scary moment. I don't know if you've ever been in one of those moments of total helplessness but it was tough. I began praying out loud for Jesus to breathe life into him, and for him to cry, to do anything. And then it happened - we heard his little cry. At that moment I felt like I began to breathe too. We knew that he would be ok.

The doctors continued to work on him for a good 15-20 minutes until his color normalized and he began to respond the way he should. In the end, he didn't even need to go to NICU and was able to just stay with us.

I am so thankful to the many that were praying for us. I believe that today your prayers literally saved Isaiah's life. Every birth is a miracle, and the gift of life is the most mysterious awe inspiring thing I've ever experienced. But today was a miracle of a different kind and I will never forget the gift we received today.

Now, off to teach this little guy how to throw a curveball.

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