Tag: family

Daddy for keeps.

Did you ever play that game where if you won it was “for keeps?” Sometimes in marbles you play for keeps which might be where I got the notion. In a past conversation with my sister during a difficult time for her and her kids – I made the statement that “Fathers can be forgotten. But Daddys are for keeps.” I think it was in that moment that I fully realized that I do not equate “father” with “daddy” – and that to me there is a very real and solid difference between the two words. Yes my father and my boys’ father is a father but more than that they are a Dad.

In my younger teen years I became aware of a difference between my relationship with my Dad and some of my friends’ relationship with their Dads. It wasn’t something I shouted about. And it wasn’t something that I even really fully appreciated until I was an adult. I talk to my Dad. Given that he lives with us in our crazy house that is probably a very good thing now. But a lot of my high school friends didn’t talk to their Dad. Well they would check in and ask for a few bucks. But they didn’t seem to ever talk to their dads about stuff or history or anything. I have long enjoyed being able to talk to my dad about current events, the latest book I read or those touchy subjects like politics. The door is always open and I am always welcomed to come have a chat.

My boys are blessed with a father who loves being a dad. He frets during the busy season that he’s missing out on what’s going on. And makes special dates with his boys to simply be together for a bit during tax time (crazy hours). He provides the boys an opportunity to be rough and tumble boys with games of wrestling, tag and swords. They love and take advantage of his willingness to play with them. He plays the wii games and endures the ribbing of small people who can “kick his butt”.
He listens to a thousand and one stories all tumbling out in the first 10 minutes he’s home each night. He fights for his night to read story books so that I don’t get them all. He gives hugs and attention freely without hesitation. When they were tiny he held them, rocked them and snuggled them. As they’ve gotten bigger he works with them, runs with them and talks to them. And they in turn love him all the more.

This weekend I am thankful for the Daddys for keeps in my life. Happy Daddy Day!

Author name:: Bobbi
Publish date:: June 19th, 2009

Delays

Storms have caused a bit of delay in my updates. Of course so has a round of errands. And mario kart racing.

This weekend was nice though storms in the night but decent weather during the day. We played with our geese seeing if we could let them range more. They range alright…right into the oat field!

Author name:: Bobbi
Publish date:: June 7th, 2009

Grow

A few of the bloggers I read choose for themselves a word for the year. I so wanted to find a word for last year but one never came to me. This year though without my even thinking about it one blossomed in my mind the first time someone said “my word for the year”. Just hearing the words and my word was suddenly fully bloomed.

Grow

I have felt so stagnated in these past few years on so many levels that I’m just plumb ready to burst. This year I am embracing my need to grow both figuratively and literally. I will garden with passion. I will read with purpose and I will stretch myself towards…something or perhaps somethings.

In this season of quiet, snow and ice I find myself spending some mental time on a list of sorts. It isn’t really a list as much as it is me, mentally shifting the cards I claim as my own around. Does this still fit? Does that still speak to me? What to I hold dear now and what can I let go because it is weighing my spirit down? What am I missing and what do I need to acknowledge more. It is comfortable and good or a rut.

I’m also flipping through the pages of my seed catalogs and itching to get into the dirt. Oh how I am longing for spring and the smell of the wet earth. I have a list of projects that need the thaw to get started.

I’m also digging through the stuff closets and spaces in my home. Spring cleaning is taking on new meaning for me this year. I am yearning for the spring thaw and the cleaning to begin. I’m no longer going to be bound by things. I am no longer going to keep “stuff” just for the sake of having it.

Do I want to clean it?

Does it hold real sentimental value or sentimental guilt?

Does it add a brightness to my world or just clutter?

At the moment it sometimes feels like pushing that snow boulder. Shifting my thinking away from the shoulds, coulds towards the can and will. At the same time there is a part of me that so would rather not do all that work. Do you have any idea how much crap a person can fit into a house! It boggles my mind sometimes how much junk we have that is really just pulling our entire house away from peaceful and cozy right to chaotic and cluttered.

But surely after all the hard work and rest we will feel fulfilled by our accomplishment. I’m so looking forward to seeing how this word plays throughout my year.

Author name:: Bobbi
Publish date:: February 3rd, 2009