Lazy Summer Days
With deep regret, my vacation is over. A few days at home with just one kid to watch, followed by a cross-country drive to a week at Lake Michigan. This period of time is the most restful I’ve had in over a year. What a wonderful break!
There are few feelings like vacation. Sitting on the deck with a sea breeze rolling past, typing away on my computer, this is the way summer vacation feels. But we aren’t just supposed to enjoy lazy days in summer.
The days, weeks, and months are ever so busy, but every seventh day’s only purpose is for us to rest. Not to catch up on overdue tasks or get ready for the week ahead, but an entire day marked as sacred. A rhythm to our days laid out for us, but one that we ignore to our detriment.
I find Sunday to be an easy day to waste. I slip away to my desk to work on a website or process paperwork. In the process, I miss the point. Sunday should feel like this day at the lake. A day entirely my own, and to be allocated to the things that leave me feeling restored and rejuvenated.
God created many things. Indeed, that first week was full of much of the busyness that we know so well. But the seventh day, even He set that entire day aside to see what He made and that it is good. I should do the same.
To The Lake
July at home is a hot, muggy affair. Humidity rarely disappears, meaning even my early morning walks, long before the sun breaks the new day, are hot and uncomfortable. The heat and humidity persist for months on end, the price of a delightful and mild winter. But none of that matters now. As I write this post, I’m sitting in a beach house, high on a bluff above Lake Michigan. The windows are open, and the cool lake breeze is blowing past me.
Pulling off the interstate late last evening, we turned onto the country road that leads to this quiet neighborhood. I opened the windows as we drove through the pastures, horse farms, and farms. The fresh smell of clean, the open air perfectly matched to the rolling hills of grain and the growing fields of corn. The scene was pure Americana and the feeling was of great refreshment.
There’s a peace that fills this experience. A cool breeze of relief after weeks of heat. Rolling hills speaking to the beauty of a slower paced life. An atmosphere that encourages rest, recreation, and revitalization. This is an experience that reminds me of the essential goods in life.
I had a productive week last week while my children were away. Projects that languished for months finished in an afternoon. I completed the first draft of a new magazine that I’m working on. I saw an open week on my calendar and rushed to fill it with projects and activity. What I didn’t do was plan for rest. It was good to work and check things off, but it’s also good to rest.
That’s what I’m doing this week. I’m slowing my pace, relaxing, and restoring. My life will fill up again soon after we return home. But for this week, all I have to do is nothing.
A Quiet House
On Saturday morning, I woke up at 5:00am and went for a walk. I came home, sat down, and read the news. This is a pretty normal morning for me. Just after 7:00am, three of my children came downstairs very excited. The day that they were waiting for had finally arrived!
Just after breakfast, I loaded them up in the car and drove them to the airport. There, they met my parents, and flew back to their house for a week’s vacation.
It was a quiet drive home, and a return to a quiet house. Alison and I suddenly found ourselves parents with only one child needing our care. I found myself thrown back to my first days as an at-home dad.
On a normal day, I crave the calm and quiet of the after-bedtime hours. Now that I have a quiet house, I crave the joy that my children bring to our home.
The kids will be back at the end of the week. While they’re away, I have a full schedule of cleaning, house projects, and catching up on projects that I normally don’t have time to accomplish. It’ll be a different pace for me, a different schedule, and a chance to have more room to breathe.
Missing my children deeply reminds me of the essential truth of children. Society may shun them as an added responsibility, but that toxic worldview misses the point. Children are a beautiful gift and a source of great joy.
Regret
Jolting moments happen in a man’s life that inevitably lead to a health kick. An engagement and the birth of a child are two of the big ones. The main difficultly is translating that momentum and turning a kick into a lifestyle. We have enough time each day to include an exercise regimen on our schedule, but doing it consistently over time proves to be the real challenge.
There are plenty of outside factors that can derail a healthy lifestyle. Injury, sickness, schedule, and even careers put up major roadblocks, but we truly must live a healthy lifestyle if we want to be ready to play and explore with our kids.
I’m coming out of a rut, many months devoid of meaningful progress. It’s a cycle that I’ve experienced for at least nine years, and one that I’m trying to break. I prefer not to have good years and bad years, I want great years. I want years when I have the energy and clarity of mind to take care of my kids, my household, and still have enough gas in the tank to play.
At this moment, I appreciate that positive changes now will need less effort in the future. The longer that I maintain a healthy weight, the more productive years that I’ll have to share with Alison and my kids. It’s a daily investment of time and energy to reap almost guaranteed dividends.
None of this is new, even on this blog. It’s just a reminder that hard work today will benefit me tomorrow.
A Father’s Love
What is the measure of a good father? Is it the serenity in his house, the manicured lawn, or perhaps just food on the table every evening? All men contemplate their self-worth. This is an intellectual process that naturally occurs in life. The easiest answer is in the economic value that they produce for their family. While helpful, a utilitarian approach denies the most important contribution a father makes. The true value of a father is his love.
Men show love in many ways that fall outside the common notion of affection. A birthday gift of a pocketknife for his wife may be, in his mind, the best gift he can give. He sees the knife as an omnipresent tool, ready to jump in and help from the most menial tasks to those where life and property are under threat. To his wife receiving this gift, he may be the tool.
What men may fail to express in words, they express in action. In the early minutes of the day or as the evening’s twilight fades, he lifts his family up in prayer. Little girls often find themselves on their dad’s lap, quietly watching a movie or reading a book. Sons may receive exclusive invitations to outdoor adventures or even just trips into towns. Wives drive clean cars and enjoy a carefully tended to lawn.
The true measure of a man, and his success as a father, begins simply. It’s his presence. In words and deeds, on good days and bad, he’s there, ready to give his family whatever they need.
Sprinting
Alison and I will celebrate our nine-year anniversary this fall. It’s been a very full and busy nine years. In fact, many of the plans that we set for ourselves way back then are just now coming to fruition. As the light at the end of the tunnel comes into view, we’re sprinting to the finish.
We took a personality assessment earlier this year and were reminded of how similar we are, especially in terms of planning. We both look to the future at the risk of missing the present. Forward-thinking is a critical life skill, it enables us to make the right decisions today that set us on a path to where we want to go. It can also cause us to miss the wonder and beauty right in front of us.
Long-term goals are challenging to stick with, but they tend to be the most important ones in our lives. Along the way, especially in the lonely middle, it’s tempting to get lazy or even give up. The hope for a better tomorrow starts to wane. But as the end draws near, hope springs eternal.
We’re about to accomplish some fantastic things, and the sprint has us making sacrifices that we weren’t willing to make in the middle. It’s exhilarating and the victory is going to be so sweet. Sprinting is fun.
Faith Enrichment
The Catholic faith offers many wonderful experiences and expressions. Pilgrimages, devotionals, even listening to a great sermon. Yesterday was the feast of Corpus Christi and there may have been a Eucharistic Procession at your parish or in your town.
As a parent of young children, I know that now is the time to plant in their minds the importance of faith. Church is a wonderful place, and it’s a place that they belong. The struggle with young children is that they have very short attention spans, and their mood swings like a barn door. So while there may be many opportunities to enrich their faith, parents sometimes have to pick their battles.
Our priest organized a Eucharistic procession around the parish grounds immediately after Mass. Four altars were set up and as we processed, we stopped for a scripture reading, prayer, and blessing at each one. Even better, the procession happened between the last English Mass and first Spanish Mass of the day, so it was a bilingual procession. The Parish, normally separated into two language-based communities, prayed as one.
It was a long Mass, followed by a long procession. All told, we were at Church for three hours, some of it walking outside in the heat and sun. But the kids were there, praying, and experiencing the richness of their faith.
Raising kids is not easy, and parenting is entirely tiresome. The temptation is to take the path of least resistance. If we want our kids to grow up into mature adults who take ownership of their faith, we need to go the extra mile in exposing them to it while they’re young.
Team
I’ve been out of school for more than a decade. Alison and I have four kids, own our home, and educate our children. We live far away from our families, so it’s just the six of us. While I’m still a young man, I’m a young man with grown-up responsibilities.
I was out on my walk the other day, when I realized just how much better my life is because Alison and I are on the same team. It’s not nominal, it’s practical. We work together carrying the responsibilities of our household, we pick up the slack for each other when needed. It’s a wonderful thing.
Marriage is broadly misunderstood, either as a committed friendship or some sort of business arrangement. There’s something very romantic about teamwork that’s so natural that it’s almost imperceptible. We’re a team in every sense of the word.
Kill the Golden Calf
Everyone hates the polarized culture, but no one wants to give an inch. We blame the other side as the source of all of our problems. Perhaps we should try seeing their point of view as being valid. The friction that keeps us from accomplishing anything meaningful together isn’t the mindless droll, it’s our obsession with our golden calves.
Political arguments always begin with everyone planting their flags. Oftentimes, it seems like the argument gets as far as opening arguments and then completely stalls. We think it makes us people of integrity, that we have our view points and will not move off them, but really, it makes us foolish.
There’s a real difference between being blinded by ideology and having a sincere belief. In fact, I think that we must have issues that we refuse to change positions on, but only on the biggest and most important of issues. Tax policy holds a different moral weight than life issues.
When you strip away the rhetoric and the one-liners, we can actually find a great deal of common ground. We can take opportunities to work together, to give a little, and to agree to a compromise that takes us both closer to where we want to be.
When everything is a golden calf, nothing gets done.
Invest Today
My knowledge as a parent goes only as far as my oldest child. I know how to deal with young kids, but am clueless about pre-teens, teens, and beyond. I understand that the journey of a parent is about growing and nurturing a child to become a healthy, functional adult. There are plenty of pitfalls along the path to autonomy and independence. I can only control so many variables because, in the end, my goal is not control. Like God, I do not want robot children. I want children who can stand on their own two feet, live up to their potential, contribute meaningfully to society, and live a fruitful life.
If I can’t control what influences my children will come under in the decades to come, I need to invest in them today. My job as a parent is to prepare them to live a moral life. That is not the easy path, especially today when even the most elemental facts of the human person are in dispute. I can’t shield and protect them always, but I can plant the seeds that will take root before the poison enters the soil.
We live in a busy world full of distractions, most notably the electronic rectangles that hang on our walls, sit on our desks, rest on our kitchen counters, and go with us everywhere in our pockets. If I want to raise those healthy, functional adults, I need to take the time to invest in my children and our relationship today.