God fathering | hey daddy
I was 4 hours into a lego build with my son on Christmas morning and I was really wearing down. The kids were jumping on me at 6:15 in the morning amping and ready to tear into some gifts.
The reality was that I was doing all the building and he was doing the playing. I didn’t mind, it was Christmas and he was having a blast.
My son talks a lot. I’m sure every 6 year old boy talks a fair share, but for real, Steele can rattle on endlessly for hours I promise you. Sometimes it gets to me, especially when he gets in a mode where he is demanding my attention before each monologue with a series of; “Hey daddy”. You know the kind:
So back to Lego building. I’m trying desperately to pay attention to very intense directions on how to build an AT-ST Walker and just about every 8 seconds Steele pipes up; “Hey daddy…”. Literally.
Truth is, it didn’t bother me. We were having a blast. In the middle of it I thought of all the times that he was actually driving me nuts and I remembered why he was like that. He’s young and the world is so amazing and beautiful and around every corner is a brand new exciting experience.
Each one of these experiences is remarkable to my little dude…and it’s me that gets to hear the remark.
I never want to take that for granted.
Beautiful.
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You’re a great dad. Good reminder to make every moment with our little ones count… thanks for the post.
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