Out of the House Round-Up: Daddy Days Off, Remembering Recess & Every Parent’s Worst Nightmare

Audrey Snow Angel
All this staying-at-home has made me a little stir crazy. Let’s take a look around the internets, shall we?

It Can All Go Dark in the Blink of an Eye

Every parent shares the same fear:  outliving one’s child.  We strive every day to teach them the many, many things they’ll need to know to grow and thrive in life, but we must protect them from danger as well.  “Angels in White Lab Coats and Green Scrubs” is the story of how a freak accident—tragically caused by the father’s own hand—led to a child’s admittance to the hospital, and a terrifying brush with death.

This tale hit close to the mark for me because it comes on the heels of a short, but harrowing experience my wife had the misfortune of being faced with last weekend.  She had taken Audrey out shopping for the afternoon and was stopped at a four-way intersection when our little girl made a request from the backseat.

The momentary pause it took my wife to address Audrey’s needs—a tiny, seemingly insignificant morsel of time—might have ended up saving their lives.

That’s because another car decided it wasn’t going to stop at the intersection.  It was just going to go.  And it barely missed my wife, my daughter, and my unborn son in the process.  When I listened to my wife tell me this, it hit me:  All of my life’s eggs were in one basket that day.  And I almost lost them.  I almost lost everything.

I thought I knew what fear meant before I became a father, but I didn’t.  True fear comes from having things you care about more than yourself.  [Huffington Post]

Remembering Recess

When I was a child I didn’t enjoy recess very much.  Incredible, isn’t it?  What’s not to like about running around, playing Superman on the swings, or digging around in the mud?  Well, it wasn’t as if those activities didn’t interest me.  They did.  The problem had more to do with my overwhelming preoccupation with what everyone else was doing—a sentiment not dissimilar from that of the boy at the center of “Tales of a Playground Loner”.

Let’s say it was the 80s again, it was recess time and I was in the spirit to climb on the jungle gym.  If someone I didn’t like very much was playing there, like that rotten punk Sean for example—I still haven’t forgotten you, Sean!—I wouldn’t go there either.  I’d just turn and walk away.  Alternately, if my friends were playing soccer and I didn’t want to, I’d just sit and watch them instead of doing what interested me.  Sad isn’t it?

The point is, while other children will always have an effect on our own, good or bad, we must always remember to encourage them to follow their passions, whatever the reasons are not to.  Because if they don’t, they will likely feel the regret from it for quite some time.  And regret is a terrible thing to live with.

Trust me.  [Honea Express]

Daddy Day Off

It’s not easy being a parent day in and day out.  We all have our ups and our downs, and when it’s a down day, well…it ain’t easy dealing with children, even if they’re the love of your life.  “It’s Ok, Even Parents Get the Blues!” deals directly with these down in the dumps days and the misconception that not wanting to deal with your offspring means you’re a terrible parent.

Audrey has good days and she has bad days.  Like all of us.  Like me.  And they can shape your whole outlook on life, even the things and people that matter most.  I too have days where I just don’t want to deal with Audrey.  When I am truly Waiting for Momma.  To come home.  To rescue me.  To give me a break from all this stay-at-home parenting.  Does this make me a bad parent?

No, it just makes me an honest one.  [Babble]

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