Article on Investing Early

Don't know if you guys have read this, but I came across this article over the weekend (it was also highlighted on "The Today Show" last week. Don't judge...my wife told me about it) that speaks to the importance of fathers interacting with their kids during the first THREE MONTHS of life. The effects of this last much longer than I ever expected. I'll have more to say about this later on this week, but I wanted to go ahead and put this up now to start some discussion.

What's in a Name?

Up to this point, my posts have all been pretty reflective and vulnerable. I believe that vulnerability is a positive attribute, and have really appreciated how many of you have mentioned that you gain a great deal from such entries.

This, however, will not be such a post.

Zero depth and even less heart-wrenching tales and insight.

I just want names - names of grandparents, actually. Who picked the names that your kids would call your parents, and how did you decide what they would be? Did you have a name all picked out, only to have your son or daughter come up with something on their own?

And, most importantly (not because it has any direct bearing on my own situation, of course), what do you do if parents want to be called the same thing?

Would love to hear your stories!

Taking It to the Next Level

Something clicked the other night.

Caden had had a rough night. The schedule we had him on (well, sort of), wasn't happening, and, as newborns are wont to do, he was crying and we couldn't figure out why. So I was holding him close in a feeble attempt to calm him down, and he gave me "the look." Dads, you know this look. It's the one where they stare deeply into your soul, so deeply that it catches you off-guard, mostly because it comes from an infant who can barely focus on anything else.

It was during this non-verbal exchange that it hit me. I am his father. He is my son. And as such, I have a responsibility to raise him up in the way of the Lord and teach him how to be a man. And regardless of how great a community he grows up in, and how much his mother - my amazing wife - loves him, God has given me that responsibility more than anyone else. Most of my past decade of discipling college guys has been spent helping them answer those questions of manhood that their father should have answered for them but didn't. For whatever reason, their respective dads shirked that responsibility. For some reason or another, they bailed. And whether those fathers felt like they had a good reason for their actions, their sons were left doubting their ability to hack it.

I don't want my son to need a...me...in 20 years. I want him to know that he is a man. That he can hack it. I want him to be sure he knows how to love a woman, how to treat people, and how to follow God. And I don't want anyone else to have to pick up my slack in those lessons.

So as my newborn son is staring at me with deep blue eyes, taking me in, and his little three week old synapses are beginning to fire, making the connection of my face to "daddy," all of this is going through my head. And, granted, Caden's lucky just to be able to pick his head up, but it's definitely not too early to start thinking about these things, how to begin to help him become the man that God is calling him to be.

I just hope that man begins to sleep better soon...


For those of you with sons, what is the most important thing you can teach him on that journey to become the man that God is calling him to be, tangible or otherwise?

Guest Post on 3n1Men

Matt Snyder at 3n1Men has been gracious enough to let me guest post on his blog today. Matt worked at Adventures in Missions, and participated in the World Race, and it was there the Lord awoke in him a desire to launch a full-out attack on human trafficking, specifically finding ways to inspire other men to get involved in the fight. So check out my post on holding men accountable, but then take a wander around the site and see what the Lord lights up in you!

Keeping Up With the Joneses

Our neighbors came over a few days ago to meet Caden. Even though they live across the street from us, we don't see them all that often, so I had lost track of how well their oldest, who is a month younger than Caylah, is talking. And when I say, "well," I don't just mean that he's stringing together a few words at a time. By "well," I mean that this kid's vocabulary would put Webster to shame. He's using words that would stump middle schoolers at Scripps in DC.

Meanwhile, Caylah's conversational techniques are somewhat less advanced. I mean, when she says, "Mama. Baby. Up." with her arms outstretched, she sure looks cute, but I still need to translate whenever someone else is around so that they know what she's talking about.

And let's not even get into the tantrums. Oh, man, the tantrums. And of course they're at the most inopportune times. And of course everyone else's child is a perfect angel during those times when my daughter decides to channel Satan. It's all we can do to remove her from a situation before Hurricane Caylah wreaks havoc on everything around us. So as we slink out of a restaurant we can feel everyone's eyes on us wondering what kind of horrible parents we are that we would birth a child like that, who will obviously be in and out of juvies at 13.

The truth is that most parents are more than forgiving about things like that, because logic tells me that their kids have their moments as well. And while my wife and I wonder if boy genius' parents go home and talk about how my daughter couldn't find a coherent sentence with a nav system, reason does eventually prevail and brings us back to reality.

Still, the temptation to continually measure our kids against others is huge. "Why can't she walk sooner?" and "Did you see how much hair that kid had at two months?" are questions that make child-rearing more about competition than raising your child to be the man or woman that God is calling him or her to be. And I'm sure it won't stop. As Caylah grows up, we'll be wondering how her classmates did on their grades, why her teammates can kick a soccer ball with more accuracy, and even how her best friend's parents could afford to take that particular exotic vacation. Keeping perspective seems much tougher at times than keeping up with the Joneses.

What I have to keep coming back to, however (is my personal back and forth coming through clearly enough??), is that Caylah, Caden, and any other kids we eventually have, are going to grow and progress at their own pace. And unless we're raising the next Missy Franklin or Albert Einstein, there will always be someone else higher, quicker, smarter that we can negatively compare our kids to. But if we're raising them in a way that glorifies the Lord, we have to trust Him to do the rest, in His own time.

But, seriously, is "anachronism" that tough of a word for a two-year old??


How do you guys find it helpful to keep from that comparison game?

The "R" Word

I thought we'd be able to escape it. I knew it happened to other families, other children. But I thought we'd be OK. Caylah was so excited for Caden's arrival. After a week with him, however, things began to change. We began to experience the dreaded "R" word.

Regression.

All of a sudden, the sippy cup was ditched for a bottle. Caden's changing table downstairs was a desirous place for Caylah to be. And a girl who never used a blankie was now attached to her baby brother's. My personal favorite was her climbing into the Pack 'n' Play that was sized for her own baby doll.

It's classic, I guess. She looks at this new intrusion on all of her attention, and decides that she needs to do the same things that he's doing in order to gain her rightful status as queen of the household again.

So far, our statements of "Oh, Caylah, that's for babies," and, "Don't you want to be a big girl" have been patently ignored. She seems intent on acting in ways that we thought she'd outgrown.

All of this seems absurd, until I remember that my journey as a dad isn't without some regressions of my own. I still choose to veg in front of the TV and not to engage with my family at times, even though I know that I'm supposed to have outgrown that. I still spend time worrying we'll never get through the "up all night" phase, even though that was an old worry we had with Caylah, too, and that phase passed quickly. And I still wonder if we can make it all work financially, even though God has shown me time and time again that He is going to take care of us.

Regression is a natural part of progression, it seems. Every once in a while the step back happens, whether it's after two, three or ten steps forward. As long as the overall movement is forward, then I'm still going to be headed in the right direction.

Now if I can just get Caylah out of that darn Pack 'n' Play...


What classic ways have your kids shown signs of regression?
How have you kept from regressing in your own journey as a dad?

I Remember...

Our son, Caden, was born one week ago. Though our oldest, a girl, was born over two years ago, Caden's arrival brought with it many of the same emotions that Caylah's did. Here are some of the things that I remembered...

I remembered that my eyes were just as stupor-filled.

I remembered that I felt just as freaked out.

I remembered that I felt just as inadequate.

I remembered that I seemed just as clumsy picking up my newborn.

I remembered that I was just as leery about putting a car seat in.

I remembered that I felt just as tired.

I remembered that I felt just as unsure about my fatherhood skills.


However, before I ran from the hospital screaming, I remembered some other things...

I remembered that I had learned a few things along the way.

I remembered that Caylah did most of the same stuff and she's actually turning out OK.

I remembered that babies are, in fact, quite durable.

I remembered that these are all phases, and will pass.

I remembered that Caden is the Lord's, too.


Needless to say, I still won't be an unshakable wall of confidence, but I can say that I'm entering this stage of fatherhood with a little less perspiration than I did when Caylah was born.

Thankful for the memories...

Any of these in particular resonate with you? What other things have been helpful for you to remember when fatherhood seems a little overwhelming?