“O.K., Daw.Ddy,” was all my sobbing two year old daughter could muster between sniffles and tears. She was a sad little wreck, hunched over, somehow sobbing while simultaneously inhaling in a fitful pattern. It was morning, I had woken her from her princess dreams, her face was scrunched in grumpiness. She firmly rubbed her eyes with her tiny fists as if doing so would transport her back to peaceful dreams. Read MoreOk, Daddy
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God at Home
Now that I am a father, I take note of what I tell my infant son. One of the most interesting things is how I try to calm him when he is upset and throwing a fit. “It’s ok, Daddy’s here. Daddy has you, Tommy.” I want that to be sufficient for him. I believe that if he understood, he’d calm down and be at peace. I have his best intentions at heart and am protecting him. He doesn’t need to take on all the stress he’s causing himself. Read MoreDaddy’s Here