"I believe in God, the Father Almighty, the Maker of heaven and earth..." (Sarah) I've recited the Apostles' Creed many times, and I've addressed God as Father (and Mother), but I didn't truly grasp the meaning of God as my parent until after Julian and Joshua were born. They were only a few days old and I was up in the middle of the night feeding one of them. Though I was groggy and…
Most people know that I am a drummer. When I first saw the Beatles' movie, Help, I was totally hooked. I wanted to be just like Ringo, a complete goofball who hit things with purpose. I think we’ll all agree I achieved these goals. As a father, I’ve wondered if and when the boys would start showing an interest in music. What instruments would they play? What songs would fill their iPod or wha…
The scene of this blog posts opens with me, standing outside on our front porch, in the rain, trying my best to catch my breath. Inside, two boys were in their cribs, where they would be unable to find trouble, screaming at the top of their tiny lungs. While these lungs were tiny, they were quite capable of filling the house with sound. Unpleasant sound. Screaming for relief for some ailment that…
As the one who frequently comes up with crazy ideas, I asked Sarah a few weeks ago if she’d like to join me and contribute to this series on parenting. As we’re just rounding the bend of our first year caring for and raising human life, we thought there might be some practical pieces of advice to give, mostly learning from our mistakes. And if that’s not helpful, we promise to load these posts up with …
My boys have discovered this new game. I call it pummels, and I’m reasonably sure it’s going to be a part of raising young boys for quite a few years. Here’s the game: I, the large lumbering father figure, lay down upon the ground. The boys, tossing aside whatever they were previously working on, crawl at breakneck speed in my direction. Upon arriving at their lifeless father on the floor, they rise …
