Nunes Family (taken at Fall at the Farm, ’14)
It’s taken me all but half a year, hell even more than that, to publish my thoughts here once again. 2014 went by so quickly, and I wish I had held on to it as long as I could. I fear life is happening, and I am just standing here. Watching.
It doesn’t take much to discover my desire to create special moments with each of my loved ones. Looking deeper though you will also see a hint of regret from the days I allowed selfishness to consume and take over. The part which allowed me to say “no, not right now” when asked if I would let my daughter paint my nails, or when asked if I could play some football. Without hesitation, I would choose whatever I was doing at the moment instead. Great parenting huh.
Most parents will agree, within reason these moments are acceptable, and I would agree to a certain extent. However as I am approaching my 40’s I find wanting to spend any and all time I can trying to create memories. My children don’t always see the benefit, but usually when we are finishing the adventure of the day we can laugh about 1 or 2 events, and those types of memories are important.
It doesn’t always end up great though, and it sometimes it just… ends. No big lesson, no big memory, in fact sometimes it ends in tears because of a teaching moment where discipline is involved. Those are the worst, nobody likes ending in tears, but it still matters. Right?
Or maybe what matters most is the effort put forth by Kim and me. I’d like to think so, but I won’t know for sure until they’re all grown up and (hopefully) sitting around the same dinner table reminiscing about the time “Dad punished you for farting in public,” and laughing about it.
Who knows.
