May 25, 2010

Something Wonderful


One of life's better moments: Found at Christopher Taylor's Word Around the Net: Picture of the Day where Taylor notes:

"What I love about the picture most is that this is gonna hurt dad. She's coming at him knees-first and even with how little she weighs, this is gonna sting. And he's not even wincing; he either has no clue what's coming or he knows and doesn't care because that's his baby and he won't get to do this kind of thing with her much longer."

I know what he means now. Wish I'd known it then.

Posted by Vanderleun at May 25, 2010 3:56 PM
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Used to cause bad back problems. j'ne regret rien.

Posted by: Fat Man at May 25, 2010 7:11 PM

My daughter is less than a half-year from 17, then one more year and she's gone to college. Thanks be to God, we did spend a lot of time together in her very young years and we are very close now. In many ways she truly is my best friend.

The post reminds me of a poem which I take the liberty of pasting here, "If I had to raise my child all over again." You parents of young kids, pay attention!

IF I had my child to raise all over again,

I'd build self-esteem first, and the house later.

I'd finger paint more, and point the finger less.

I would do less correcting and more connecting.

I'd take my eyes off my watch, and watch with my eyes.

I would care to know less and know to care more.

I'd take more hikes and fly more kites.

I'd stop playing serious, and seriously play.

I would run through more fields and gaze at more stars,

I'd do more hugging and less tugging.

I'd see the oak tree in the acorn more often,

I would be firm less often, and affirm much more.

I'd model less about the love of power,

And more about the power of love.

--Diane Looman

Posted by: Donald Sensing at May 25, 2010 8:33 PM

Nah! By the time she gets to Dad she'll drop that knee. They've done this before. Besides, Dad looks to me like he could stop a freight train.

Posted by: John Hinds at May 25, 2010 8:35 PM

This picture took my breath away! The joy on the little girl's face is to true and so real. And that comes from the trust. It's beautiful. Thanks!

Posted by: Josie at May 25, 2010 8:39 PM

She'll drop that knee all right and get him in the goolies. And he'll wince, not care and say nothing.

I had boys, who also use sticks and balls, bicycles, skis and other implements to assault their fathers.

They're grown up and gone now, and I'd give a lot to take one more ski to the leg, one more line drive to the chest.

Posted by: Fred Z at May 26, 2010 8:14 AM

My little girl is five years old. Every day when I get home from work, she runs full steam and leaps into my arms, and then proceeds to tug me to another room so that I can play with her. I'll be honest and say that some days when I get home, all I want to do is sit quietly for a few minutes to recover from the day. However, I almost always follow obediently and do whatever it is she has in mind for me. While it typically leaves me more physically exhausted, I have to say that I feel better overall.

Posted by: physics geek at May 26, 2010 10:21 AM

The joy on the little girl's face is to true and so real. And that comes from the trust. It's beautiful. Thanks!

Posted by: retro Jordans at May 27, 2010 12:53 AM