If the Shoe Fits...

Nicky is four. Four year olds like to have fun and can be very creative. They also tend to not think through their creativity and the consequences of such inventiveness.....Nicky is four.
Using his playful inventive mind, he set up a whole bunch of pillows in a pile on his bedroom floor. Cool right? Yeah he must have thought it would be really fun to jump into a pile of pillows. I have to admit that it even sounds fun when I think about it. However, it turned out to be quite un-fun. The mistake seems to have occurred from the location he chose to jump from before landing in his pillow pile. Not to waste such a pile on a measly leap from the floor, he climbed up onto the bunk bed. From his lofty precipice, he leapt! Learning about the law of gravity can be hard and occasionally painful. The pillows, whose sole responsibility was to ensure a safe landing, were not up to the task and relinquished their duty. The end result seems to be 2, maybe 3 fractures in his right foot, and a really cool blue ‘shoe’ he gets to wear for three weeks. All in all, he seems to be fine with it all, and was proud to be able to see the special pictures of his bones. Perhaps next time he will remember his visit with gravity and stay a little closer to the ground.

A Day of Rest...

Sundays are good for reflections. Having at least one day per week that you can just stop rushing from project to project is good for the soul. I’m sitting in my room alone, listening to the sounds of a father spending time with his kids. His voice as he talks with them is light, with an unburdened tone. There is a sense of joviality and eagerness to each sentence that is spoken. Fatherhood sits well on his shoulders. And I for one, am enjoying the chance to silently listen without reply. There is peace in this moment. Peace and satisfaction at a life well spent.

Once Upon a Time...

There was a blog, and that blog was all about the amazing things that happened to a mom while raising 5 kids. Silly moments and stressful tales abounded wordfully on each page. She was a Storyteller, and these were her tales. Those that came to read her stories were momentarily entertained by her prose. However, as life does tend to move forward, she added another child and soon another. At long last the blog writing faded into the background of her life, being swept away by the constant draw to serve her ever pressing army of progeny. And so the blog sat, patiently waiting. Quiet in the still, vast void of the Internet. Ready for another word, a sentence, a story. Waiting for the Storyteller.