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June 03, 2008

My daughter the poet...

Ok, so my daughter continues to amaze me.  I already know that she is extremely creative, but it's getting to the point that it is something way beyond the norm.  I'm sure some would think I might have "daddy bias," which I'm sure I do, but these poems she wrote were just classic.  I scanned both of them so you could see them.  The first one is entitled "Dogs" that she wrote for her 1st grade class:
Grace Dog Poem
It was very Dr. Suessish.  Even the symmetry was pretty scary. 

The second poem she wrote came today while I was meeting with my friend Steve.  She was writing in my journal, and I remember Julia saying something before that she was bummed Grace didn't write about cats (since we have three and no dogs).  So Grace just spits out this poem in my journal entitled, "Cats."

Grace Cat Poem
I about peed my pants laughing.  I told her she had to pick a line to stop the purring, and she ended on the exact line she showed me.

I definitely need to encourage her to do more writing.  Heck, because of this, I think our whole family should have a "writing time" for our family time and just make up stuff.  It'd sure be a hoot!

I am awed at the many talents Grace continues to display.  I pray that I will not be the type of parent to hinder that type of creativity. 

May 23, 2008

Grace beats me again...

Alright, so we're on a daddy date, and we're at the mall when I see one of those crane machines.

Smart_prizetime60double_cabinet I never win at these things.  I have some sort of horrible affinity toward these things. Yet, every time my daughter sees one, she wants me to try it.

Well, after several unsuccessful attempts over the years, she told me she wants to try it.  I told her how to do it, of course with no possibility of ever winning anything.

So, today, there's one for 2 tries for a buck. I go for it first, and almost get it on the 2nd try.  Grace says, "Let me try!"  I tell her no and she was upset because I didn't give her a chance.  I give in and put in another buck, she missed the first one pretty badly, and I'm about ready to walk away.  Suddenly, with her tongue sticking out, she deliberately lines the crane up, goes for an entirely different bear than we were trying for, and, voila, out pops a Care Bear. 

Even when it was hanging there I was just praying it wouldn't slip, but sure enough, it came flying down the chute, and Grace, at age 6, has once again beat her daddy at something.


I just really have to shut up on telling her what she can't do.  I think it's impossible for her to pickup, but she proves me wrong so many times.  I know it may seem lucky, but if you could have seen the focus on her face, taking the full 30 seconds, you would've thought differently.  She truly is a marvel!

May 18, 2008

Kids and Public Restrooms, Part 2: Porta Potties

Ok, this is a follow-up to my previous excursion with Grace and public restrooms if you want to remind yourself what happened.

We were at an opening dinner for a new local food share co-op at Trillium Haven Farm when all of the sudden Grace runs to the common area, dancing up and down, saying, "I have to go potty!"  Everyone is laughing.  The only one available is a porta potty about 500 feet down the way.  So, we fly over there I let her go in, and she starts taking about all of the "weird" things in there.  A line starts forming behind me as I'm waiting, and thankfully I didn't tell her to lock the door, so I could open it myself.  She starts saying, "Daddy this toilet doesn't flush, and what is this weird thing?"  So I open the door, and she's flipping up and down in her hand, this:

Urinal_cake




Yup. That's right, a urinal cake, covered in pee.  She's tossing it up and down like a coin saying it smells weird.  Of course, I'm totally grossed out, and thankfully we had some hand sanitizer.  So, if you have kids, or will someday, here is lesson number two with public restrooms, and in this case, porta potties:

Please educate your children not to touch anything AND about urinal cakes.

Ok, I'm done...I'm going to go wet my pants now.

May 02, 2008

My daughter says it again…

So my daughter was at it again with her classic quotes.  She was talking to my father-in-law on spring break when it started raining.  She confidently walks up to my father-in-law, and says, "The kids at school say that when it rains, God is crying, but I REALLY know what's going on…

…He's peeing!"

April 24, 2008

Why you shouldn't let your 6-year old go to a public "potty" by herself...

We were shopping in Meijer yesterday and my daughter had to "go to the potty."  She wants to go into the stall by herself.  I let her, and about about 2 minutes later she says, "Daddy, what is f-ck?  There was a guy in a stall next to her just let out an explosive snicker.  I say, "Honey, that's a very bad word, I don't want you saying it again."  She then proceeds to start reading some of the other things so I decided to tell to stop reading all the other stuff.

On the way home I told her it was a very nasty way of saying how two people love each other.  I just didn't feel like talking about sex yet...:)  So she says they should say love instead.  :)  So now every time she hears someone say the f-bomb, she's going to correct and them to say "love" instead...:)

I'm not sure if I should laugh, but I found it amusing, and I'm going to be a little more careful since her reading has vastly improved the last 4 months.

April 10, 2008

More classic quotes from my daughter...

So she's off with the grandparents for spring break, and my dad sent back a little report on some conversations that happened.  Let's just say Grace is a little strong-willed (I have NO IDEA where she gets that from) to say the least. I got this little snippet from my dad:

"Sat night was rough as we had bought apple juice and told Grace 3 times in two hours not to pour the juice into some plastic bowl she had with her dolls. Grandma took the juice away the third time and said, "Grace we've told you twice...this is new carpet and we don't want you to spill this juice and get the carpet dirty." Grace snapped back and said, "I want my juice back! The carpet already looks dirty to me."

Hilarious!  I'm not sure if they replaced the carpet recently, but last time I was there it did look dirty, so maybe she was being honest.  :)  She's so fun.

April 25, 2007

The power of encouragment and mentoring...

I have the privilege of mentoring a couple of elementary students through 2 different schools.  One is an effort of our church, in which I mentor a kindergartner, and the other is my local elementary school, in which I mentor a 4th grader.

When I initially started out, I was told this 4th grader is a good 1-2 grade levels behind everyone else.  On the board there was a sheet of assignments that students had left to do.  You would see a couple of names, and even a couple of names with multiple assignments here and there.  In the left hand corner though, from a distance, looked like a novel with a bunch of scratches on it.  It was my 4th grader's assignments he had to make up.  It was twice as long as the others combined.  I can't imagine how this kid felt being reminded every day that he's stupid (as he had heard from his siblings and some of his classmates all of time). 

So, needless to say, we have a long road ahead.  I've been working with him for about 7-8 weeks now, and there is a particular story I want to share with you.

There was a Social Studies test he had to pass or was told he isn't going into 5th grade.  This clearly upset my 4th grader, and he had already written in his mind that he wasn't going to pass, that he was doomed to be held back, therefore confirming the voices in his head that says he is stupid.

Just the week before, when filling out a sheet about himself (he was to write his own autobiography for class), he told me that his one goal in life was to go to college.  I'm sure many who would hear that (including his family) would hope that he just makes it to high school at this point. 

One of the first things I told him when we met was that I would never call him dumb and stupid, because it simply isn't true.  Of the many times we would work on things together, he would tell me the answer about 85% of the time.  I told him he's a lot smarter than he gives himself credit for.  I could see some of the confidence start to build.

Back to the test.  We studied hard for this thing.  I drilled him.  I even went to his house to help him the night before the test.  I got to meet his mother, gave her the study sheet, and told her how smart her kid was and that she needs to help him study (I'm pretty confident that maybe some of her previous efforts were not positive).  She nods her head and tells me she will.

Spring break happens, I come back the next week, and ask him how he did on his test.  Not only did he pass, but he got a B!  He was beaming from ear to ear!  Not only that, but the sheet on the board in his classrooms with all of his makeup assignments were gone, and I was told by his teacher that he no work to make up! He also told me his mom helped him study for the test! So we got to play Connect 4 most of the time.  He was so proud.  As was I.  You could see the hope shooting out like lasers from his eyes.

Proverbs 16:24 says, "Gracious words are a honeycomb, sweet to the soul and healing to the bones."  I am reminded through my 4th grader of the power of encouragement.  To literally, "instill courage" into this young boy.  I don't how many times I have not been encouraging to others, how I don't pursue it daily (as Hebrews 3:13 tells us to do).  I look at many of these students we are mentoring, and see what a need there is for people to come along side them, to "instill courage" in them and give them hope.  If you think about it, this is how the Holy Spirit is described, the Paraclete, the "one who comes alongside."  Our gift is that we can be "paracletes" to these children. 

I remember asking the teacher about the children's support system in her class.  She told me that out of the 20 kids she has, she would say 3 of them have supportive parents.  This is the reality more than the exception.  There are so many kids out there who need you.  I do one hour/week.  That's it.  That one hour has made a significant change in my 4th grader's life, because I have the privilege of coming along side of him, instilling courage, and letting him hope again that he can fulfill his dream of going to college someday.  This is what shalom is about.  This is how exciting life can be.

This is the gospel on display.

April 20, 2007

A proud parent moment...

We've been talking with my daughter about recycling, and why we do it.  She knows it's to "protect the earth" and "making the world better."

So the other day we were recycling some newspapers, and I had her help me put them in the recycling dumpster.  Each time she puts something in she says, "We're protecting the earth daddy! We're protecting the earth!"  She asked me what happens to the newspapers.  I told her they make them into new things, like paper bags, and new paper, and a few other things I don't remember.

As we're driving away, she says, "Daddy, you know what I want to be I when I grow up?  I want to be a recycling person that makes new things." 

It was a great moment.  I was so proud of her.

But it didn't end.  Early this week she was riding her bike down the sidewalk, when she suddenly stopped. She walked over into a yard, and picked up an empty water bottle and put it her basket. She looks on the bottom (we tell her we can only take 1 or 2's right now), and says, "It's a 2! We can recycle this and protect the earth!"  She runs into the house and puts it into the bin.

Even last night we were at the neighbors playing some basketball and my daughter is walking around their yard, picking up everything she can recycle. 

It just makes my heart leap that she is doing this at five years old.  I told her that she does things that most "grown-ups" don't do, and that I'm so proud of her.

It's one of those times where you feel like you're doing something right as a parent.

October 28, 2005

My daughter is much smarter than I think...

Just had to share this...

My wife and I are cleaning up the bedroom. My daughter is just playing nicely in her room, getting really excited about something. She walks in our bedroom with 2 bottles of nail polish in her hands saying, "Look! Mommy and Daddy, I'm a very big girl!" My first thought was that we were the worst 2 parents ever (allowing her somehow to get the nail polish...she dug in a bag that was sitting in the hallway.), but then she was looking down at her toes...

She will be 4 next month...

Lo' and behold...she had painted her toenails by herself! There were a lil' bit of misses here and there, but for the most part, she did them very well...and didn't even spill any on the floor!

So...I don't know if I should cry, laugh, celebrate, scratch my head, or stand in awe...but I think I'll just do all of the above for now and be proud to be her daddy, and learn to put the nail polish a little more out of reach next time. :)

Grace,

Mike

October 04, 2004

Cleveland...

Well, I know it's been a while, but I've had a couple of busy weeks.

First off let me say, GO BROWNS! It was great to see them beat Gibbs and the Redskins yesterday. I think Lee Suggs is putting William Green to rest. He is clearly the better back. Speaking of which, I don't talk about it much...but I'm a fantasy football freak. I'm horrible...I have like 8 leagues (I think) that I'm in. It's the power of the internet. It takes me like 10 minutes a day to keep up with it all (the power of e-mail too...it's nice to get updates so you don't have to go searching for it). I'm doing fairly well in all my leagues. I don't have a losing record in any of them and I'm leading about half of them at the moment. It's just a lot of fun to see if you can predict who will be good in the NFL or not.

Ok..enough on that...been reading a couple of books at the moment.."The Search To Belong," and "Finding Faith." The first is a great rethinking on what true community is, and promotes (or so it seems it's leading to) a radical shift on how we do small groups and really how we view community. I'll be interested to see where it leads (I've only read the first couple of chapters). Finding Faith, by Brian McClaren, is probably the best PoMo apologetics book I've read so far. It's not too heady (although it can be in parts), but really speaks to a PoMo perspective in relation to the faith. It is sensitive, engaging, and very convincing.

Youth ministry has been going well so far. Our Sunday night meetings seem to growing, and we'll have to get a different room soon. It feels like momentum is building a little. We are going through Spiritual Gifts at the moment, so I'll be interested to see what happens with that. There is no greater joy for me than to see students discover their gifts and use them for God's honor! It's truly exciting to watch their hearts leap when they know they are doing what God has crafted them to do.

I can't talk too much longer, but today I was walking my daughter (I call her The Gift here) to the church's daycare (we call it school for her, she likes going to school...:)). It usually takes me about 2 minutes to walk to the church, but with her it takes more like 7-10 minutes. She just soaks in everything around her. The birds, squirrels, the cracks in the sidewalk, the fountain...she will stop every here and there to look around. I wonder how many times I focus so much on "getting to point B" that I miss out on so much of life around me by slowing down. The Gift saw a squirrel, pointed, laughed, and just started sprinting after it...I had to stop her, get her refocused to go to school and go on our merry way. She smiles and says bye to the squirrel. It was also one of the days the moon was still visible during the morning, and she stopped, pointed at the moon and proceeded to recite lines from the book we read every night, "Goodnight Moon." It makes me wonder how much I'm really missing. Do I find value in those little things? Do I really enjoy the environment around me? How much more "aliveness" would I have if I just slow down and observe? It makes me curious of that "childlike faith" that Jesus talks about. The endless curiosity, the total freedom to enjoy what God has created, the ultimate trust and joy of walking alongside your daddy. I pray that all of us can slow down this week, take a look around, and draw closer to Jesus with grateful hearts because of who He is and how he's crafted us!

...Rocks!

Grace,

Lambo