The title of this blog is almost a cliché now days. It’s one of those phrases some preacher probably said in a sermon thinking he was really clever and now people say it over and over as though it’s the first time anyone has ever heard it. Continue reading
I learned to play chess from a blind man. He is a good friend and mentor to this day and when I say he taught me to play chess, I don’t mean that he simply taught me how the pieces move. I knew that as a young boy. What he taught me was Continue reading
Here I am in Tampa with some friends wanting to hang out with me and my brother’s wife having twins and I get Salmonella poisoning. Awesome.
I don’t think I’ll ever trust my brother’s cooking again. The chicken didn’t Continue reading
I should have put this up on Easter. I figure better a little late than never.
When I was a child, I wasn’t allowed to use the Lord’s name in vain. If I said, “My God” in any way that was not in reverence, I should expect a spanking, and a tough one at that. Continue reading
My little boy started kindergarten today. I still remember my first day of kindergarten, though it’s much more foggy in my mind than today.
Last week he and I were in a music video that will be out soon and is by a wonderful singer and song writer. I would share her name, but I’m not sure she would want me to before the video is out. When it is out, I’ll have it here with a link to her website because I have really come to appreciate her music. (Update, see the Turpentine video by Brandi Carlile)
My little boy was a little me in the video. A little girl portrayed the younger version of the artist performing the song. They played together and pretended to be us in flashbacks.
I remember thinking to myself, “When did I stop being the little version of me?” Adults used to tell me that time flies but it never did when we were driving to grandpa’s or waiting on our pizza. Time has a sneaky way of only flying by when you look back at it.
This morning as I kissed him on the cheek and walked backwards from his new classroom where his teacher was getting started and hinting that it’s time for parents to leave I began saying to myself, “He’s just another day older. It’s just one day.”
But one day, as with time, only becomes months and years when you look back on it. This is one day that I will remember when he turns ten….or sixteen. When he pulls in the driveway with his music blaring or when he has his first girlfriend, I’ll remember when I kissed his cheek as I left him to the care of his kindergarten teacher.
As a close mentor once told me, I don’t trust anyone. I’ve come to see that is true. I don’t like other people driving my car, using my laptop or wearing my clothes. And yet I entrusted my most valuable posession to someone I hardly know.
That’s another thing about time. A baby step is just a baby step until you look at it from a later date. Funny…I remember when he took his first baby step.
Ok, have to stop writing now.