I got to spend a lot of time with my two roughnecks this weekend. Angie and Ciera went shopping for about 4 hours yesterday(how you can shop for 4 hours is beyond me, but that's OK) and me and the heirs to the throne spent the afternoon together. On Sunday, I taught Rakes children's church class, then Angie and Ciera left again for a few hours. Just like clockwork, Rakes and Trot woke up within 2 minutes of each other from their naps.
To be brothers, so far, they are as different as Manny and Jason Varitek. Rakes is loud, wild, funny, and as goofy as a mental patient. Trot is quiet, stocky, cautious, and tough as a box of rusty nails. And as I watch them play and grow, I think to myself, "My God, what have you gotten yourself into?" My daughter Ciera is my little princess, the one who is polite, obedient, and Daddy's little girl. These 2 he-men are aliens to me: balls to the wall hooligans just looking for trouble.
Then I remember: I was probably like that once upon a time. My Mom tells me I used to run around with the vacuum cleaner hose playing "Emergency". I hear I also liked to stick a drumstick down my shorts to play "Tarzan", though I adamantly deny this ever happened. My sister's tell tales of doom about what Matt and I did to them, but I figure they are all old and don't remember the facts all that clear! Just kidding ladies: I don't want a total boycott of the blog or anything to happen!
I think about my children, and the crazy world we live in now. Stephen King said it best: We all are living on Osama Mean Time now, and raising children in that world is scary beyond words. Be polite, respect your elders, love your God and your country, and be a Red Sox fan for life. That's what I'm trying to pass on to my girl and boys. It ain't easy, and thinking about how messed up the world will be in 5, 10, or 15 years from now is something I push to the back recesses of my feeble little mind.
At the end of the day, no matter how tired, or exhausted, or wore out I am, the bottom line is I love my kids. Ciera is my princess, and the 2 little hooligan's are my boys. I hope I can be a good Dad to all of them. I hope they will grow up and marry well. I hope they all will be life long Sox fans.
Most of all, I hope they know their Dad loves them very much. That I am proud of them. And that no matter what they do, or what they say, at the end of the day, they will know that their Dad has their back.