As a dad, whenever I see kids of pretty much any age doing something special, and particularly when it happens at church, I can't seem to hold it back. It's like there's a water works switch inside me that has no off switch. It's not that I'm not sensitive - those who know me well can vouch for me on that one. (No embarrassing comments necessary please - I like to think I have some people fooled.) I just see my children in those kids. At Willow there were Irish-American dancers on stage today. These were all girls who appeared to be teenagers. There's really nothing to cry about - or so I thought. I pictured my little Anika up there performing. I don't even know what she likes yet, she's only two months old. Eric Jr. on the other hand will probably some type of performer. He likes to strike up conversations with strangers no matter where we are. Today he made a friend at the deli counter, and they talked about bananas and his uncle Nolan's dog, Roxy. The place where Eric can totally flip the water works switch on me, and he doesn't even know it, is when he sings "Jesus Loves Me." (Unfortunately he has his mother's voice so a career in singing is out of the question). I don't want my kids to grow up too fast, but I'm so excited about what life has in store for them. (Yes, I got a little misty just now, but no tears - honest!)
- C.B.
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