‘Soft words break the bone’. I always recall with clarity, the day I experienced the truth of this statement, by the Jewish monarch Solomon. It was a few minutes past 10 PM, when my wife stepped into the living room where I was working on my laptop. ’After we said goodnight to each other, she asked,
‘Gem, when are you coming to bed? ‘By midnight I answered.’
She took my right hand in both of hers. Thinking she was about to complain about my habit of turning in late, I steeled myself for a defense. (We have argued about this many times.
Instead, she looked at me wistfully and said in a gentle voice,
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It’s July already!
January was just yesterday. Time flies.
In retrospect, I am reminded of how with our choices, we use or abuse this indispensable gift, time.
With the poem below, I describe my life at different times. Like day and night, I have experienced both parts of the poem repeatedly.
My resolve is to live out the second part, consistently.
Tick, tock, tick, tock…
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I am a father again! I am so thrilled, yet terrified.
Thrilled at the miracle and wonder of conception, pregnancy and childbirth; terrified at the responsibility of being father to four children.
This mix of opposite emotions plagued me thirty seven days ago as I held our fourth child in my arms. Once again the possibility that I may fail as a father filled me with dread.
Will I succeed at parenting?
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