When Googling “Foreign Object Nasal Obstruction” Didn’t Work . . .
You were the first person I called. And that night dinner was charred beyond recognition? Oh yes, I remember how you suddenly developed a craving for scrambled eggs . . . for the third night in a row.
Heck, I’ve puked on your feet.
So on your birthday, Daddypotamus, I just want to say this:
None of us have a say about being born into the world, but we all choose who to be once we’re here. And as I’ve told you my funny, intelligent, tenderhearted, shoot ’em up movie loving husband – you are extraordinary. You don’t think so, but you’re wrong.
I’ve been reading this book lately, and it reminded me of countless conversations we’ve had. Who we want to be . . . who we really are . . . and the gray areas in between.
[T]he world has a very muddled perception of “self.” They think and tell us to think that we are all little separate entities who might need to go off somewhere and get to know “ourselves” . . . . Marriages break up because people don’t know who they are anymore. They need to find themselves.
But the Christian view of self is very different, and you need to make sure that is the one you have. We are like characters in a story. Our essential self is not back in the intro, waiting to be rediscovered.
Who you are is where you are. When you are married, your essential self is married. As the story grows, so does your character. Your children change you into a different person.
If you suddenly panic because it all happened so fast and now you don’t recognize yourself, what you need is not time alone. What you need is your people.
Those [individuals] who try to find themselves by stripping away the “others” will find that they are a very broken little thing . . . [they] may say, “I used to be so energetic, but all these people take, take, take from me and now I have no time to just be me!”
But the Christian . . . needs to see, “I used to be so boring! Now my character has some depth, some people to love, some hardships to bear. Now I have some material to work with.”
Loving The Little Years
So, uh, I am not implying you are having some kind of identity crisis. I just like the idea that the people we love shape who we are. So on your birthday, my love, I would like to show you yourself . . .
In The Confidence of Your Daughters Eyes
And First Meetings
In The Trust Of Your Son Nestled Against Your Chest
And Butterblunged Moments
And Smirks (Which He Definitely Gets From You)
And Of Course Tears, Because This Is Real Life After All
And Sighs, Too
But There Are Zerberts!
And Beet Eating Contests
And Bohemian Dances Under The Sky
And Everything in Between
And you, my love, are in the thick of it. Growing, maturing, loving, and taking the path of humility. There is so much more to who you are than our little family, but it’s not a bad start, eh? We are your people. And we like you. And we even love you. And actually, we think you rock.
Note: This is a very encouraging book! However, I don’t agree with the author’s position on spanking.