Your mother, my beloved.
Dear Children,
I’m a strict parent. I know it’s not a secret and that will not change. Each family member has duties, responsibilities and rules to follow so we can achieve and maintain our happy little home. Doesn’t always work, I know, but you have all seen that it works far more than not. Your mother and I love each other and we love all of you dearly. We base our decisions upon principle, not the popular whims of your friends or their own families, which at times has caused friction between us. The rest of the chaos in our home is based on selfishness. Feelings so important to us that we simply will not listen to another point of view or humble ourselves to be instructed by those with more wisdom and experience.
I’ve tried to show you that most of the worlds problems are from nothing more than a root in selfishness. Think about that one for a spell and see where you come up. Blame world hunger, war, the bad politicians we have in every facet of this government on whatever else you like, but 9 out of 10 times it’s gonna be complete horse crap.
It all eventually comes down to selfishness.
In this family, there is a patriarchal order. You don’t have to agree with that, doesn’t matter in the least because this family is not a democracy. You may elect to establish one in your own family someday, but in this family, everyone has a place and a measure of respect, simply because of who you are. I don’t yell at you or spank you or even ground you. I talk with you and strive to work out the problems between us. I love you. You’re part of our family unit and that means something, from birth to death. It means something to me, your father.
However, in this family you must realize mom is the Queen.
I love each of you children with all my heart. I would die for you and take life for you, but someday each and every one of you are going to leave this home and start families or lives of your own. What will remain is your mother and I. She doesn’t know this, but one of the things I felt when we met so long ago, was an excitement about growing old together. To care for her, protect her and cherish her forever.
I loved her first. I loved her the most. I will love her last.
You don’t understand this yet, but the love I have for your mother cannot be defined. Not without making it sound less than what it truly is. Words truly cannot describe the experiences of growing old together and building dreams together, sharing the pain and suffering, the stress and grief along with untold joy. You must experience it for yourself.
Just know this: I choose her.
If you act in such a way as to divide this house and make me choose, you will lose every time. I am on the side of correct principle. Your mother also lives by principle and is why she holds the respect of so many, including myself. You fight her because of your selfishness, wanting to have your choices supported, regardless of who they may hurt. I caution you not to alienate your greatest defender…because she has kept your butts away from many a swatting over the years.
She is the mercy in our home. I am not. Keep that in mind.
Know that when you step outside the bounds of your place and bring disrespect upon this family and most particularly upon your own mother, you chose to go where I cannot follow. At that point, she no longer stands as your mother. She then becomes my wife and I will defend and protect her from you.
As your father I have many expectations, hopes, desires and requests. However, I have one absolute demand:
Respect and honor your mother. She is Queen of my heart, my home and my family. She is my life, my love and my beloved. God help any person who wounds her heart and gets within my reach.
She brought you into this life, bearing you in pain and anguish. Has raised you in love, caring for you, cooking for you, cleaning your clothes and educating you. She deals with your tantrums, your misconceptions, open rebellions and unrighteous accusations. Yet she bears with you in patience, in love and cares for you regardless, unwilling to leave you to your own design. All these things she does to help you develop and have a good life. Above all, she is your advocate with me, when many times you act in such a way I felt it would be wise to simply make another.
You are free to feel as you wish towards me, but I’m here as your father first, then your friend, not the reverse. I now draw the line at your feet and plead with you not to cross it.
Please, respect and love your mother.
This is non negotiable.
Love,
Your Father.
Read MoreThe Perfect Woman
I don’t want to end the day on a down note, and while I was writing Wanted Hero my wife called.
Just hearing her voice still puts butterflies in my stomach and a smile on my face. I hung up with a sigh and started thinking how absolutely lucky I happen to be. Well, blessed–I don’t believe in luck. It got me feeling sorry for the men out there who just don’t get it. You know ladies, the ones that just don’t want to listen, or get to know you. They don’t apparently see the value in winning the heart of a ‘real’ woman. Frankly I would call you “perfect”.
Now, anyone can disagree with me…I can’t fix stupid, but I believe that women are naturally better than men. I know, there are exceptions and even I’ve met a few–but on average, women are so magnificent simply due to their fundamental nature. A natural love and affection for others, and when a woman has intelligence, she truly shines.
Kathilynn is my greatest councilor, helping me to see aspects I would normally miss. To be another set of eyes, a softer heart, the mercy to my rough and harsh justice. Yet the greatest beauty I see in most women I know, my wife and our friends…is the ability to ‘see’ with their hearts.
I asked my sweetheart not long ago why she chose me over all the men who adored her. There was no lack in attention, and I was the one without the job, without the social status, without the money, cars…I just scraped by.
She said she could ‘see’ me. Not who I was then and there, but when we were together, she could see and feel what I would become, and she fell in love with that.
If you’re a male and don’t realize the value in that, God help you.
She kissed me and gave me that amazing smile, then leaned in to whisper: “I not only love you…I like you, and if I had the choice before me, I would do this all over again. Bumps and all.”
Wow. A perfect woman gentlemen, is one that can look us up and down, clearly see the baggage we carry…and choose to love us to a higher existence. It doesn’t get better than that.
Let’s live up to the blessings we already have.
Read MoreGood News on Baby #11
Just got the call from Kathi as she left the Hospital from her check up with the new Doctor. We had to find a new Doctor with moving so far away after losing the house. Not long ago (about 6 weeks) Kathi had emergency surgery and was rushed to the new Riverton Hospital (IHC) here in the Utah Valley and I have to say it was the most peaceful, amazing experience I have had in any hospital. I’ll make some posts about this, cause it’s a heck of a story.
So, naturally we decided to investigate the OBGYN‘s at that facility. Kathi is fine, for those who are wondering (or have been worried) and thus far, she’s doing OK, as is the baby. There are many test whch have to be done on February 1st, and the Doctor brought up the possibility of a Down Syndrome child, due to Kathi’s age. The amazin thing about my wife is–she just loves our children and counts it a blessing to have them. We will adress that if it comes up and move forward with love and excitment.
The OBGYN Doctor turned out to be a woman. Oh I would have loved to be there for that conversation! LOL. Kathi said there was a minor war of wills between them: the doctor being a mother and professional, while Kathi has delivered 8 children at home (my beautiful mamma veteran) without so much as an aspirin and knows her body and how it functions. We only decided to go to a doctor because we could not find any Midwives we had confidence in within our new area. Aparently they exchanged desires of how this birth will happen in the Hospital, and according to Kathi’s version it sounded like a bartering match at a flea market!
When it was over, aparently Kathi got the attention of the staff, because she had the doctor agreeing to many terms of how she would be free to wander, no IV, etc., and left with a huge smile on her face.
Did I mention how much I like my wife?
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