No More Timeouts

No More Timeouts For You

K, you keep putting yourself in timeouts.

I saw you do it for the first time a few weeks ago.

You were doing something, and mom told you to stop.

In your sweet little voice you said:

“Timeout?”

We said “No. No timeout.”

But that you needed to stop what you were doing.

Satisfied, you said:

“Timeout.”

With that, you walked over to the wall, left of our bedroom door, and stood.

You put your back against the wall and looked down at the floor.

In a few seconds, you looked up and smiled as soon as we made eye contact.

Silly girl.

I love you.

-Dad

How Those Cows Fart

How Those Cows Fart

H, oh my word, let me tell you how cows fart.

See, driving to Ruidoso we had the most ridiculous conversation ever.

I thought mom was gonna die laughing.

It started when we drove past a field full of grazing cows.

And ended with me not understanding what you said.

Me: “I’m gonna put you in that pasture with those cows?”

You: “You mean me?!”

Me: “Yes you.”

You: “Am I going to farm them?”

Me: “Yes, they’re going to fart you!”

Somehow I thought you were asking if they were going to fart on you and I was just trying to sass you back.

You looked at me like I had lost my mind.

I haven’t.

But I might need my ears checked.

I love you.

-Dad

How I Hope You Define Success

How I Hope You Define Success

I hope you define success differently.

How easy it is to be captivated by things.

Money, and cars, and other nice things promise happiness, don’t they?

It is a lie.

There are many examples of people that have “everything” who are miserable.

And none of these things last.

It’s all just dust.

Meaningless dust.

Maybe it will take a little time to understand this.

But I hope that you will define success by love and kindness and the fruits of the spirit, rather than the glitter of this world.

Your worth is not bound up worldly success.

You are infinitely valuable.

I love you so much.

-Dad