It was one of those hot summer days and Kit and I managed to steal away to our favorite swimming pool. Physically as well as metaphorically, we found ourselves alone in the deep-end. I was dangling from the diving board while Kit easily treaded water by my side. Instead of stagnating by the wayside, we were discussing and solving some of life's more "deeper" issues. I count these brief interludes as blessings from God especially since it allows the both of us to connect and bond in a special and lasting way. Among the substance found in our conversation, often expressed through my daughter, there is silliness which I unabashedly admit to. Guilty!
The "teaching moment" took a rabbit trail in the swimming pool and it was my fault.
Kit asked;
“Dad, where did you learn to be a dad?”
“Dad, where did you learn to be a dad?”
I considered her question a moment and replied
“Kit you taught me how to be a dad” as expected my answer surprised her.
“Kit you taught me how to be a dad” as expected my answer surprised her.
“What do you mean? How did I teach you to be a dad?”
“Well sweetheart, it was mostly trial and error. You see when you were born your mother and I were looking for the manual that was supposed to come with you. This manual was to show us how to raise you, feed you, and what to do when you cried. Anyway, we must have left the manual at the hospital because when we got you home we were clueless. There were times we didn’t know what to do with you , so we just left you outside”
Kit rather panicky replied (rightly so) “YOU DID WHAT!!”
Silliness is a path to substance. Is it not!
"Behold, Children are a gift from God" Psa 127:3
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