The Conservative Risk Taker: A Cautionary Tale of Parenting and Hypocrisy

I’m a risk taker. And I knew it shortly after I’d graduated from college when I loaded up my Toyota Tercel and headed to Seattle despite the fact I’d only visited the city once in my entire life for a grand total of 16 hours just two weeks prior. And despite the fact that I had no money whatsoever. (Don’t worry. I stopped in Vegas.) And no job waiting for me. No friends, either, except, I suppose, my college girlfriend, though that relationship was destined to fail shortly thereafter.

True to form, I had a sound bite (sound byte?) prepared for all those folks who questioned what I was doing (and, believe me, there were many).

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What a Difference a Babe Makes

That’s right. What a difference a babe makes. Or four. You see, Luke, pictured below, is our fifth little bundle of joy and, as such, my wife and I have noticed a huge difference in how we’re raising him versus how his siblings were raised.

Before I even go on, I want to make one thing clear: I’m not being critical of first-time parents. Raising a baby is a big deal, y’all, which is exactly why first-time parents (typically, at least) are a bit more uptight than parents who have been around the block a time or two. (It’s also why, I believe, that there’s something to the whole birth-order personality traits, but that’s another post, entirely.)

So while my wife would throw a parade whenever our oldest sprouted a new tooth, I’m not sure she could even tell you how many teeth Luke has. I know I couldn’t.

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The Best Thing About Triplets

You know what the best thing about having triplets is? Watching three kids who share the same parents, the same house, the same school, the same siblings and so many of the same experiences turn out so differently. And I’m telling you one thing, y’all — this will probably go down as one of my favorite summers of all times because their differences, which have always been prominent, are becoming more apparent than ever before.

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10 Things I Wish My 10 Year Old Knew

I wrote something on my BabbleVoices blog yesterday that I kinda liked called 10 Things I Wish My 10 Year Old knew. The genesis of it all is this: One of the coolest things about being a parent is all the stuff you remember about yourself by simply raising your children. And here’s the greatest part — the child in question doesn’t even have to be your biological child to remind you of yourself. Alli is constantly reminding me of what I used to be like. And while those reminders often make me smile, they can also make me smack my forehead in frustration.

Because she’s ten. And, just like me at age 10, she knows quite a lot. Especially compared to what she knew just a year or two ago. But (and, again, just like me at age 10) she doesn’t know everything. And there are some things that I really wish she did know, mainly because they were things that I ultimately had to learn the hard way. So, in that regard, this post is probably as much about me and what I failed to understand as it is about Alli in specific or 10-year-olds in general.

I only share all of this with you because  I wouldn’t want anyone to think I’m speaking critically of my oldest. I’m not. And, what’s more, I never would in a forum such as this. Ever. Instead, it’s with great admiration and, of course, with great love that I wrote this one. Because Alli is an incredible little girl and I’m so lucky to get to be her stepdad. Luckier still that she’s able to show me what I once was.

SO, if you’d like to check it out, please click HERE.

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Father’s Day in Heaven

A young JCO kicking it w/ Mom and Dad shortly before his death. (Yes. He's rocking a smoke.)

I first posted this a year or two ago and I thought I’d post it agin for two reasons: first, it’s been viewed hundreds of times just this past week via Google searches for the term: “Father’s Day in heaven,” which tells me that many of us have someone up above we’d like to reach out and touch this Father’s Day. And, second, I suppose this is my way of saying Happy Father’s Day to my dad. Even if you’ve read it before, I hope you’ll read it again, particularly if you’re in a similar boat and can relate. And Happy Father’s Day, y’all.

Early one morning in 2002, my brother picked me up from the airport and drove me to the hospital to see my dad. He had been unresponsive since the afternoon before. His rapid turn for the worse was what had prompted the previous night’s phone calls urging me to catch a cross-country flight if I ever wanted to see him alive again.

The second I walked into his room, I was devastated. So that’s what it looks like, I thought, with equal amounts of fear and awe. It was dehumanizing. Which made sense to me. What was happening to Dad is what sets our spirit free. And our spirit isn’t human.

I sensed that although he was still with us, he was gone nonetheless. But I was wrong. Dad came back to us later that very day. Shortly after he regained consciousness, he told Mom something she’ll never forget.

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All I Want For Father’s Day

Wanna hear something funny? I had no idea that this Sunday was Father’s Day till about 10 minutes ago when my wife called and asked me how I wanted to spend the special day. So before I share with you the answer I gave her, let me first tell you why I think I forgot about the big day. There are two reasons, actually. First, I’m not really into Father’s Day. No knock on it, but…I dunno, it’s just not my deal. But, second, Caroline and the kids have been away since last Friday at the beach, so I’ve been flying solo and holidays are one of the things you tend to lose track of when you’re flying solo.

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The Mission Statement of Parenthood

I used to be a total white-collar type and when I was, I crafted more mission statements than I care to remember. So shortly after the triplets were born, just for kicks and giggles, I crafted one for the institution of parenthood. After all, if I had a mission statement as a financial services wholesaler, why not have one as a father, right?

The other day, I wondered if I was the only dork who ever thought it’d be neat to have a parental mission statement, so I bounced the concept off of some of my fellow writers at Babble. And I have to tell you, I was surprised at the reaction. Not just the number of people who came back with a mission statement of their own, but also of the caliber of said statements.

So this week’s effort at Babble involves those mission statements. Check them out by clicking HERE.

The Family of Happy Campers

As I’m wont to do, I’ve written another post about camping over at Babble. It’s about how I finally talked Caroline into camping and why she’s glad she did it. As an added bonus, and in a related topic, ABC News linked back to the piece, but only because I was quoted in an article that is up on the ABC News dot com site that discusses how too few children are getting outside enough.

I’m happy to say that we don’t have that problem. Happier, still, to report that we are planning a big family camp out this summer. No big deal in that Caroline, Alli and I have gone on more than one (three?) camping trips together. A HUGE deal, though, in that this time the suddenly-not-so-tiny trio will be coming with us.

Check it all out over at my BabbleVoices blog by clicking HERE.

The Question I Answered in 62 Miles

I’d been thinking about it the entire hike. My son’s question, that is. Daddy, why do you walk up and down the mountains? There it was, day four, and I still wasn’t sure what the answer was.

I think it was mile 15 on that day when I started to get a bit loopy. Fatigue’ll do that to you. I stared at the leaf-covered trail and wondered which of those leaves would be carried away by the tips of my trekking poles and which would stay put.

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35 Pounds

By now, I’ve got it down to a science.  An odd science. A contradictory one, even ­­– relying upon so little to accommodate so much.

Parenting is kinda like that. At least, that’s what I’ve always thought. Many of the lessons I try to teach my kids are all-encompassing ones. Yet I have to be as concise as possible or my little ones will lose the lesson in all the verbiage. Brief but thorough is the best way to get the point across. Maybe the only way, even.

So, yeah, 35 pounds. On the one hand, I suppose, quite a lot. But on the other, not much at all. Unless you’re a four-year-old. They think it’s a ton. And, believe me; they’ve given it plenty of thought, obsessing over it almost as much as I have.

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