Ironically, as I type this, three of my own children are running around the house doing their own thing. That, in and of itself, is not bad. At the same time, one of those dear children needs lots of direction. Another finds nothing better to do than annoying his siblings (and parents, and neighbours, and the planet!). The third is only with us for now. We do not know how long we will have the joy of raising this little gem. He is our foster-son.
The irony stems from the fact that as a dad, I could be taking the time to pour into these little boys’ lives. I could be teaching, talking, playing, interacting with them. I could be showing them new ideas, modeling proper behaviors, perfecting their spiral throwing or coloring skills. But I am not.
At the same time, I can be intentionally parenting. I must be a dad before I am a blogger. With this in mind, I must keep an ear to their play and interactions, I must allow them to play, but must allow them to be children within a family setting at the same time. I must not allow myself to become detached from the world they are in. Oh, how difficult that is to achieve!
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