Day 19: Five ‘I Wish I Had’ Items

‘I Wish I Had’. Oh, this is going to be ‘fun’. Is that the operative word that one uses when creating a listicle of sorts? For the sake of brevity, it is the word that I will use, for now, to mask my disdain.

I Wish I Had More Time

This… was not a thing before I met my beloved. The desire for this was only made greater with the birth of each child. For the majority of my life, I lived for myself. I did what I could to move the needle towards the greater good, as I saw fit. However, I settled on the fact that when my time came, that was it. Granted, I still feel that way. But, now, I wish that time to be as far from this moment, and every amazing moment, as possible.

I Wish I Had More Understanding

Time on this planet is short, so we must make the most of it. We all know this. However, how do we make the most of it? There is the mantra that I close each blog post with. This quip is something that we are striving to teach our children, every day. But, one cannot live big without first understanding what it means to live small. Likewise, loving bigger requires to know and understand what small love looks and feels like. Just as being kind demands a deep understanding of the opposite. I wish that I had more understanding, things to show my children, so that they would not have to experience the brutal juxtaposition that exists in this world.

I Wish I Had the Ability to Do Nothing

Far too often I burn the candle at both ends, while it is in an oven.  The moments are very few and far between where I can just sit back, relax and do nothing. I have very dear friends, and family, that often speak to me of their worry with this matter. But, there is just something about me that want to do more. Most of my projects involve creating, and there is such a high level of catharsis in each and every one. Though I wish for the ability to do nothing, there is a large part of me that does not want it.

I Wish I Had the Unyielding Patience My Beloved Has

Of all the virtues, this one may be my slightest. I spend so much time looking at the big picture, constantly adjusting my 10 year plan. I constantly see the things that I must do to achieve the goals that I sent, and I move to make them happen (see the section above). But, I am learning. Between my beloved and my children, I am learning to wait. Unfortunately this is often taken up with working on other things while I wait (again, see above).  Regardless, I am learning.

I Wish I Had a Stronger Desire to Want More Than I Have

All for naught, I am ultimately happy with the things that I have, and those that I do not. It is my own consternation that must be dealt with. This does not mean that the above things are fanciful items. They are very, very real. But I just wish that I could want more, like so many others. Though it is never easy, I enjoy this journey, and all that I have been blessed with, and done without along the way.

Live big, love bigger, and be kind, always.

Day 15: The Awkward Moment When…

Dear readers, if you have not been able to glean the fact that I am usually not thwarted by awkwardness, then I have failed you. However, there are still times that the feeling of ‘over-sharing’ brings this feeling to light. Perhaps I will dwell on this, for a moment. Discussing that awkward moment when I over-share.

See, there has been the longstanding social construct between social butterflies and wallflowers. I like to think that social interaction is not as cut-and-dry as this. With the advent of social media, there is a new category. One which I feel I embrace wholly in action and voice. The Social Dragonfly.

What does this mean? How is it awkward?

Picture, if you will, a dragonfly. Darting from location to location. Feeding, resting, just having a good time. There are those of us, in society, that like not to be constrained by the social constructs that keep many of us in a lane. I first realized this back in high school. When I would look at the network of association that I kept, I covered a broad swath of the microcosm that exists in that habitat. Nerds, geeks, jocks, artist, fighters, leaders, I communed with them all. In retrospect, very few did this hopping from group to group. Perhaps that is why I was so adept in doing so.

However, this was a breeding ground for moments of feeling awkward. Over-sharing never comes from a place of one-upmanship, at least for me. So there are times that I share what, in hindsight, may be a little too much for the audience. There are times that awkward pauses, and minor alienation result from such over-sharing. But, over time, I have learned to roll with the punches. Perhaps it is buried in these resulting moments that I have learned not to care about being awkward.

Ultimately, people will either like you for you, or not.  If we spend all of our time worried about the things that we cannot change, we are doing a disservice to ourselves. If there is a moment that you feel awkward, embrace it. It is what makes you who you are. Over time, hone it, be proud (if not a little boastful) in this awesomeness. Trust me, you will be better for it. I hope that my kids learn this from me as well. I think it will go a long way in preventing the stranglehold that some levels of social acceptance has on our young ones.

Live big, love bigger, and be kind, always.

Day 11: Family

Ah, family. This is in the essence of EVERYTHING that I do. The majority of the hats of which I wear all are due to my family. Husband, dad, son, brother, cousin, etc. All of these roles I take on with pride. I feel that this may be something a bit stronger in my case, than many of you.

We moved, a lot, when I was growing up.  It seemed like every two years (and that, indeed, was the average for a LONG time) we were moving. Not just to a new house, but a new state. This very large factor during my early years caused me to be different. I never let others get too close. I saw the brutality of what it meant to be “the new kid” all the time. This caused me to put even more walls up.

My strongest and most present friendships were with my brothers. They were my confidants, my peers. This caused strange rifts between those that I would later call my associates (instead of friends) and myself. I mean, who wants to hand out with the kid who always had a younger brother with him? Honestly, and I can say this with much confidence, it did not bother me.  My brothers were (and still are) some of the coolest people that I have ever met.

Family is why I am who I am, and do what I do.

Family is my rock, and my everything. I know that I am lucky to have such an awesome family, and I am thankful for them all, every day. It is the safety, understanding, and omnipresence of family that I want to instill in my children. No matter what, family (should) have your back and be a place of uplifting safety. They should teach us all how to…

Live big, love bigger, and be kind, always.

Day 10: The Opportunity That Got Away

Wow! Really? The opportunity that got away? Such a loaded topic. That being said, strap in. I have had some coffee, a red bull, and got some sleep.  *cracks knuckles* let’s do this.

In this life I have learned many, many lessons.  Some lessons I have learned the hard way.  I have experienced loss in ways that I would wish on no one. I have held people as they have taken their last breath. My life has crumbled before my eyes due to the choices of others.  However, I have also experienced joy beyond measure. I have seen the fruits of my tireless efforts pay off in spades. I have been able to help others, more than I would help myself.

If I spent time dwelling on the ‘opportunity that got away’ I would not be where I am today.

I have a family that means the world to me. The love and friendship of a woman that I do not deserve, but she still chose me to be her husband. I am in a job that I love, doing things that excite me. This is not to say that I am complacent. I am constantly working on my hustle, and driving myself to greater heights.

Boiling it down to the most finite logic, EVERY decision that we make results in the potential for an opportunity to be lost. That is what makes life so hard. Deciding to take that job, over another, means that your career path is forever changed. Dealing with a break up may open the doors for something greater (mine all did). It sucks, trust me, I know. I have this thing about me. Others, who know my story, say that I have stared the devil in the eyes, and watched him blink. So, these words come from well-founded experience, not theory nor conjecture.

Make the best of the opportunities that you have.

Do not focus on what is behind you, look to the now, and ahead. We could all languish in the past, lament over the choices that we made, or were made for us.  But what a depressing state to be in. I am not in the business of regretting much. I am accountable to where I am now, and the hardships, and graces, which got me here, do not go unnoticed, or un-thanked.  Yep, that’s right, I am thankful for the bad things. I am grateful for bad decisions. Every single one of them have brought me to the life that I have now. Regardless of where you are in your path, or what your life is like, it is still yours, and you are still alive.

Life is a gift, not an opportunity

This is why I am the way that I am. I see each and every day as a gift. There are infinite possibilities for the future that I can make for myself, my beloved, and my children. All of these possibilities come from choice.  Often we do not have the opportunity to weigh out our decisions, think about what we may be losing in the wash. However, having a fantastic understanding that where we have been has made us who we are helps in passing off regrets, and looking for the opportunities to come.

If you are dwelling in the past, heal. You are not doing something wrong by living with this regret. You are doing yourself a disservice, but I will never admonish you for that. But, do me a favor. When things are dark and bleak, and you close your eyes, I know that you are seeing a fleeting glance of the opportunity that got away. Hold on to that, but then draw a line to where you are now because of it. You are still here, there is still life, and there is still boundless opportunities ahead of you.  Many of those may be better than the one that got away. But you will not see them if your eyes are close.

Live big, love bigger, and be kind always.

Day 9: Education

Sure, let’s take a simple, single word, education, and see if I can dive deep into it.  Eh, I like a challenge.

Education has a strange parallel meaning for me, both with different appearances.

First, and most common is the level of institutional instruction that you have achieved. To be honest and completely frank, I have met people whom have graduated from Ivy League schools with a PHD or an MD that would not know diamonds from coal. They abhorrently tote “When I was at [insert school name here]…” into every conversation, even when it does not fit the discussion. When they finally see themselves falling, their go to is often “Well I do not know what they taught you where you went to school, but at [insert school name here]…” as a laughable defense. As a brutal juxtaposition, I have met individuals that never graduated from High School that can out class, out think, and out solve the rest of them. For me, I never care about where you went to school. That just tells me something about the lot that you drew in life.

I care more about what you know.

That is the second meaning. How much does one know? Often we call this “street-smarts”. But, I never found that phrasing to be akin to the full depth of education. As we careen through this life, standing atop this blue marble we call earth, we learn things. Sometimes out of our own experience, sometimes from what others go through. What we learn from every interaction, event, tragedy, fortune, every step we take shapes us. It gives us knowledge that we did not have before, and the ability to call on something when we need to. This is the most important version of education. It is not something that we can show with a plaque on the wall. This is the education which is shown by the scars on our backs, hands, feet, and knees.

It is this second meaning of education that I strive to instill in my children.

It drips from the words that I speak. At every turn, education emboldens the actions that I take. It is this education that is the reason behind the words that I have been closing each post with, for some time now.

Live big, love bigger, and be kind, always.

Well, it finally happened. A tale of my shortcomings

In the age we live in, with rapid access to endless things, it was bound to happen. I just thought it would be some time before it did.  I also thought that it would happen when I could have a conversation about it with my little ones.  But sadly, that is not the case. Let me walk you through what just happened.

I walked in to the family room to find my son and daughter, mouths agape, staring at the television.  I turned to see what was captivating so much of their attention, and my heart sank.  Quickly, I reached over and took the remote from my son, and turned it off as the reality set in.

My mind raced with questions, for which I knew there was no answer.

How did he get the remote?

How did he find THAT channel?

I thought they were asleep, what are they BOTH doing up?

In a flurry I knew I needed to talk to them about what they had just seen, no matter how difficult it would be for their minds to comprehend. The hard part would be talking to them about what just happened, and not showing my emotions.

Is this real life?

I explained to them that what they were watching was on TV.  That what two, consenting, ‘adults’ do in front of cameras for millions to see, is not always real.  They were projecting fantasy. They want the viewers to feel that this is how they always are. I told them that in my time on earth, I have learned that what they had just seen is not always real.  They looked up at me, with big eyes, and smiled. I changed their focus with two chocolate chip cookies, and the promise of an amazing bedtime story. They excitedly ran into the kitchen to devour their prizes before heading back to bed, and I collapsed onto the couch.

How did this happen?

How did I let my guard down?

What kind of father lets this happen?

Depressed, I turned the television back on, to change the channel from what they had been watching, and turned off the presidential debate in favor of something more appropriate.

What? Did you think my kids were watching something else?

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Live big, love bigger, and be kind, always.

Busy weekend (again)

I kid you not, we are doing ROUND THREE of pickles today. I am blown away with the fact that we ALREADY have 19 quarts of kosher dill’s in our pantry. We will be adding between eight and 12 more this afternoon.

One of my beautiful nieces is turning three, so a party is definitely in order. 

There is tons of yard and garden work to do in this wonderful Virginia humidity (what is the scarcasim font?). 

We may be taking the kiddos to the pool for some swim time. 

I NEED to crawl under our house and replace a filter. Big body, small space, good thing I am not claustrophobic.

I need to finish the post about camping with the kiddos. Should be out this weekend.

Oh, and I will be notifying the winner of my new layout contest today! Then working on getting a letter written and in the mail. Thank you to all who entered! There is a new contest coming up VERY soon, and I am just a little excited about it.

Hope everyone has an awesome weekend.

I AM A CRANIO DAD, I am scared out of my mind, and I need a vacation.

Show your daughter what her husband should be

I saw this on another tumblr and I loved the original concept… but I had to change it for a few reasons.  That aside, here it is, remastered.  One is for boys who want to be men, and the other is for guys that want to be Dads. Enjoy.

I AM A DAD, I am scared out of my mind, and I try very hard to show my daughter what to look for in her future husband…. and she is ONLY 4 months old.

Catch-Up: Part 3

It may have been only one or two nightmares to blame but there are times that I can feel the pressure of the surmounting fatherhood making sure that I remember that there is a clock that is ticking that is not my own.  There are moments, ever so fleeting, that there is a pang of worry.  The heart skipping a beat as the cry of a child in the distance. The stomach dropping at the realization that there is less than three months.  The excitement over the gifts, the items, the ‘stuff’ a constant.   But then I come back to the reality that I am going to be a father.  That in a few weeks time I am going to be able to hold my little girl in my arms, dancing with her, singing to her, talking to her and watching her grow.  All that time… she will be watching me, learning from me, examining me.  I know that these darling eyes will not be the eyes of malice, but hopefully of wonder.  But what is there for me to teach her, what will she learn from me? There are many things that I would like to make sure that she knows about me, about her amazing mother, and about life.  But there are things that I do not want her to know about… not yet… preferably never.  There are the other nightmares of my life hence that I will continue to fight with such vigor as to prevent them when she is here… a fight that I have been having for years, just with a new standard.  There is so much good that can be in this life, and that is what I want her to know… and it is the fear of not being able to show her the good that has been picking at me lately… oh well, enough of this rant I guess.  I AM GOING TO BE A DAD, I am scared out of my mind and fear can shake us to the core sometimes… just be mindful of what falls out.