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Lessons from Looking Out a Window

By Gregory Meyer
November 25, 2016

My wife and I are in Lexington to visit her brother and his family, which includes three energetic nephews. I had the opportunity to go to the eldest nephew’s school yesterday for a Thanksgiving party.

I hadn’t been back inside the halls of a public school in more than fifteen years, so walking down those halls yesterday felt strange, like a long forgotten memory returning to my mind. There was my nephew, sitting at his desk surrounded by other kids just as I was at his age. He has his whole school life ahead of him. Would they be good years for him? Would he look back at them fondly?

Sitting there as my nephew performed his poem with his class, my mind went back to many years ago when I first went to kindergarten and grade school. There were some good memories, but for many years it was a miserable time for me. I wasn’t the best student, and from how things were heading it’s perhaps surprising that I’m even writing this to you. (more…)

Let’s Play it Again, Dad!

by Nick Hayden
June 10, 2016

“A child kicks its legs rhythmically through excess, not absence, of life. Because children have abounding vitality, because they are in spirit fierce and free, therefore they want things repeated and unchanged. They always say, Do it again; and the grown-up person does it again until he is nearly dead. For grown-up people are not strong enough to exult in monotony. But perhaps God is strong enough… It is possible that God says every morning, Do it again, to the sun; and every evening, Do it again, to the moon. It may not be automatic necessity that makes all daisies alike: it may be that God makes every daisy separately, but has never got tired of making them. It may be that He has the eternal appetite of infancy; for we have sinned and grown old, and our Father is younger than we.” -Orthodoxy, G.K. Chesterton

If you’ve read this blog for any length of time, you know that I have kids, three of them. The middle child, Serenity, is four, and her favorite game, which she requests nearly everyday, is a little romp she calls “Shopkins.”

The game is called Shopkins because it centers around me playing the part of her five Shopkin Happy Meal toys as they are introduce to her various friends. These friends are normally stuffed animals, though Renny’s baby sister, her Elsa carpet, and Darth Tater have all enjoyed the company of the Shopkins. (more…)