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Just Like God

April 11, 2010 | 7 comments

I know what it feels like to be God.

Does that sound boastful? Or heretical? It’s not meant to be either of those. If anything, it’s meant to be sympathetic. Because, as the parent of a four-year-old boy, I think I’ve begun to get an inkling of what God experiences every day.

Consider these points and see if I’m not right and if you can’t relate:

The God Voice – there are times with Squirts when this voice comes from my body that I never knew existed. It’s of a tone, volume and quality that I’ve never once used with another person in my life. It’s like I’m channeling movie announcer Don LaFontaine from the other side. It comes out in warning when he runs too close to the edge of the street. It reveals itself in fear for the split second I lose sight of him in a crowded park. It’s unleashed in anger when he’s plucked the very last of my nerves.

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The Lingering Scent of Easter

April 4, 2010 | 1 comment

On the days I pick up Squirts from “school,” I always ask how his day went. Without exception, he almost always says, “Good!” (There was the one time he said, “Boring,” but I think he was just testing out a new word.)

I usually follow up by asking, “Well, what did you do today?” Someone who had a good day should be able to tell you something they’d done, right? Apparently not.

Squirts usual response is, “I don’t know.”

“Well,” I venture on, “did you learn anything new today?”

Again, “I don’t know.”

With a wee bit of prompting based on the parent cheat sheets the teachers provide, I can usually get a little more information. Really fascinating stuff like which words start with the letter “U” or who bit whom today.

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Who Do You Think You Are?

March 28, 2010 | 1 comment

Squirts has so many memories of his Papa (my wife’s dad) that the most random things will stir some recollection he is compelled to share with us. If we pass a certain restaurant, Squirts will point it out and say, “Oh, my Papa loves Chuck E. Cheese!”

Sometimes when we are eating a meal, Squirts will remember some of his Papa’s favorite foods. “Oh, my Papa loves mint chocolate ice cream with chocolate sauce just like me.” Of course, he remembers some of his least favorite too. “Oh no, Papa doesn’t like peas either.”

Apparently Papa had some interesting careers as well. At different times, Squirts has told us that his Papa drove an eighteen-wheeler and that he was a pool lifeguard.

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