Moving On

It has now been 7 days, 8 hours, 23 minutes, 57 seconds since my “baby” girl has left to go to Ontario, but who’s keeping track. Although life will be a little different around here, with no one to debate (argue) with me about the little things in life. It now leaves me with only two at home, who will have to now bear the brunt of their fathers teasing and harassment.

                But wait, alas, there be the internet matey! Now you too can embarrass your kids from afar. With the internet you can tweet, blog, and make those annoying comments on their Facebook. As a parent, that is our eternal right. Don’t get me wrong, it is much more fun in person, but we as parents have to take advantage of every opportunity that arises to annoy our children. I mean, isn’t that what parenting is about, telling them what to wear, embarrassing them with the things we say to their friends, and so on.

                I will admit that I tried to keep my opinion about this move mostly to myself, most of the time. There were still some things that a father has concerns and trepidation with, like will they get enough to eat, will they be warm enough, and other assorted things, we as parents tend to delve on.

                But once we arrived at her newfound destination, all of my concerns had pretty much vanished from my subconscious. I was content, for the lack of a better word, with the situation and new surroundings that my oldest will now call home.

                It really is different this time, as there are so many ways to keep in touch, like texting and e-mail. We probably text more now, than we ever did, and when we do, it is more like they are just in town running errands. Visits home will be how I should say, more special? The way I see it, we as parents take it for granted, when our kids are still under our roof, that they will always be there.

                I was once asked by a coworker, how it feels to have a child leave the nest. I asked them how old their oldest child was. They replied nine. My answer to them was, ask me that question in another ten years. It then dawned on me that, they are not children anymore, they are young adults. And I, like my parents before me, have to let them find their own place in this world.

                So without ranting on anymore, I will close by, first apologizing to my oldest, for the nature of this post. But I will not, under no circumstance, apologize for the deep affection that I have for her. May God bless her and keep her in all of her endeavors.

With love forever from a sentimental old Dad

Reflections and Resolutions

Well another year has come and gone, and 2011 is looking to be a year filled with firsts. So far it has started out with a road trip to Ontario and meeting new friends. It appears that there will be more road trips in the future, now that our oldest is living her dream in Ontario. I will admit that I have never seen so many horses in one geographical location in my life. You drive west from Toronto for forty minutes and it goes from a highly urban area to a rural landscape, with large fields and stables everywhere you look.

                I tend to procrastinate when it comes to certain things and starting a blog has always been one of them. I generally do not like to write, due to the fact that I can not type to save my life. I tend to read a lot of blogs, mostly about doctrine and current events. So I thought I might try my hand at writing about some of the things that tend to occupy my mind.

                It’s amazing to me, the amount of blogs out there, which are full of rants and useless drivel. It is my intention that this will not be one of those, I mean it just irks me …… Wait, rewind. Starting to go off topic. I hate when that happens.

                So back to the reason for writing. It appears that the New Year will be full of reflections and resolutions, mostly thoughts about the past and ambitions for the future. Sherry has a rather large list for me, as far as the resolutions part goes, and I just might attempt to knock a few off her list, Lord willing.

                So for now, I will try to organize my thoughts and put them to paper, sort of. I had considered a video blog, but figured I would spare people from having to endure that torturous event. Now if I can only get the speech recognition program to work properly, dictating this would be a lot easier.

                Well enough for now, time to start on that list Sherry has for me, I think.