Sun 25 March 2007

The Joys of Parenting

As everyone knows, parents often have some of the oddest joys, they are “easily immused”. I find myself in this parental joy when I interact with my 8 month old son. If he farts really loud, laughs really hard or better yet, both, I feel very pleased, I look at the creation God has given me and “it is good”. He often will, military crawl (since he’s not fully crawling yet) towards electronics, I choose to believe that it is not because the electronics have buttons or the wires look appealing, I believe he might one day persue a degree in electronic engineering because this of course is the only logical explanation. I was reminded today of how strange a few things that I do with him as a routine might look to the outside world, the childless onlookers if you will. How do you determine that your child has either crapped his pants or urinated all over himself? You barry your nose into his diaper and give a big wiff, if it smells like satan just farted you should reach the conclusion that he has digested his food and his body has extracted the leftovers. If you lift your head and the tip of your “diaper sniffer” is damp, you can reach the conclusion that you should have changed him hours ago and a change with many wipes might be a good idea. I’m excited for my son to start talking, to start argueing, and to start being stupid so I can disipline him and teach him. I can only hope that if he argues he has a well thought out postion and if he is stupid and dicides to get in trouble he is very good at it, thinking over all of the dynamics of his stupidity before he engages, because even though I will not condone bad behavior, deep inside I will be extremely proud if he goes above and beyond in anything he does… is that screwed up? Proabably… but that’s how I roll. Yoder out.

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