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Rich Dad

“Any man can be a father, but it takes a special person to be a dad.”
                                                                                    ~ Unknown

How true. USS Yorktown

I can state that I never wanted to have children (uh-huh!) until I met Mark. I was the oldest and only sister to three obnoxiously rambunctious “boys-will-be-boys” brothers. They tested my parents and me beyond anything imaginable. The idea of having children that might act like my brothers, well…I found it unappetizing.

Time, maturity and love changed my perspective on children. When I fell in love with and pegged Mark for my future, I realized that I also wanted children with him. A minimum of four or five, maybe a dozen. In this man I saw someone who valued me as an equal partner. I loved this guy who was funny, sensitive, compassionate, ethical, brilliant, and entrepreneurial, a man who understood women, having grown up as the only and middle brother of three wonderful, zany, spirited sisters. I was touched by how he embraced his inner child and encouraged me to embrace mine. The importance of family was deeply ingrained in him and I discovered that it was in me as well. He was crazy about kids and vice-versa. What a package!

We wasted no time in building our family. Despite occasional and normal “hiccups,” our kids are doing well, growing confident and independent in leaps and bounds. Mark is a major part of all of the kids’ successful growth and self-esteem, embracing fatherhood and all of the “everything” it entails. Sure I’m biased, but he is an amazing father.

Aubry told me earlier, “You know Mama. I get it. What you said. Dad is the richest man in the whole wide world because he has us and our love!”

That’s right, baby.

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A Father’s Wisdom

P8080030Mornings can be crazy around here, especially school mornings. None of us are morning people, well except Mark.

I asked him to make breakfast for Aubry and Greyson. They needed something special to begin their day since Holden and Josi had been away at camp for several days. This is always a treat. They love it when Dad cooks for them.

Upon entering the kitchen I heard Mark in the middle of a story about a vacation he took with his family when he was about their age. Of course it included the big “V” (known as vomit in our family). While I made my coffee he shared the Twinkie story (another time – one of Holden’s favorites). And, as the kids were finishing  their eggs and doughnuts, he shared this little jewel, “Remember you can pick your friends. You can pick your noses. But you can’t pick your friends’ noses.”

Oh, Daddy!

I turned around on that one and took another sip of my java. With peels of laughter the two cleared off their plates and Mark went upstairs to get ready for his day. Aubry and Greyson’s pumps had been primed. The gross comments continued all the way to school.

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