One of the rights and responsibilities of growing older is becoming a parent; one of the rights of being a parent is the right to brag about your kids. I see it all over Facebook, pictures of kids starring in musicals, posts about the scores of your kids' games, "my kid's starting college", "My son is joining the army". I smile when I see these posts. At first it was scary to see that people I went to college with have kids in college, but then I realize again how long ago the class of '87 graduated.
I have many friends who started their families right out of college, and these are beginning to feel the nest emptying. As for me, I waited till I was over 11 years out college before I married and started having kids, and I also have many friends who waited and have younger kids at home. Either way, children can be a source of much joy and blessing, along with the sleepless nights and occasional headaches.
This is the first of what will probably be many posts about my children. I could tell you story after story about 4 year old Ireland, our littlest spitfire. She is so full of life and personality, although as of late prone to fit throwing...terrible two came late to this one. And I will undoubtedly brag time and again on my oldest girl, Dakotah who at 10 years old is reading at a 12 grade level and scoring 100% comprehension on her reading quizes.
But today I'm going to brag on my son Walker. He is just starting the 2nd grade, and following in Dakotah's footsteps. Dakotah and Walker just started attending the Awana program at my church, and in his first week he completed all the work for the first two weeks. (applause please) But that isn't all; today at school he had a special pizza lunch with his teacher and two friends he got to pick. I asked him what he did to get a special lunch. He said, "I answered a really hard problem and I was the onltyone in my class who could answer it." I asked him what the question was, and he said, "Mrs. Murikami asked, 'if there were three lines at the swings and there were three people in each line, how many people were in line?' and what you do is multiply three times three and there are nine people in line." So I got my second grade math lesson from the only kid in his class to get the answer. I love my boy...and my girls.
Now go hug your kids!
I have many friends who started their families right out of college, and these are beginning to feel the nest emptying. As for me, I waited till I was over 11 years out college before I married and started having kids, and I also have many friends who waited and have younger kids at home. Either way, children can be a source of much joy and blessing, along with the sleepless nights and occasional headaches.
This is the first of what will probably be many posts about my children. I could tell you story after story about 4 year old Ireland, our littlest spitfire. She is so full of life and personality, although as of late prone to fit throwing...terrible two came late to this one. And I will undoubtedly brag time and again on my oldest girl, Dakotah who at 10 years old is reading at a 12 grade level and scoring 100% comprehension on her reading quizes.
But today I'm going to brag on my son Walker. He is just starting the 2nd grade, and following in Dakotah's footsteps. Dakotah and Walker just started attending the Awana program at my church, and in his first week he completed all the work for the first two weeks. (applause please) But that isn't all; today at school he had a special pizza lunch with his teacher and two friends he got to pick. I asked him what he did to get a special lunch. He said, "I answered a really hard problem and I was the onltyone in my class who could answer it." I asked him what the question was, and he said, "Mrs. Murikami asked, 'if there were three lines at the swings and there were three people in each line, how many people were in line?' and what you do is multiply three times three and there are nine people in line." So I got my second grade math lesson from the only kid in his class to get the answer. I love my boy...and my girls.
Now go hug your kids!
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