A box full of kisses
The story goes that some time ago, a man punished his 3-year-old daughter for wasting a roll of gold wrapping paper. Money was tight and he became infuriated when the child tried to decorate a box to put under the Christmas tree. Nevertheless, the little girl brought the gift to her father the next morning and said, This is for you, Daddy.”
The man was embarrassed by his earlier overreaction, but his anger flared again when he found out the box was empty. He yelled at her, stating, Dont you know, when you give someone a present, there is supposed to be something inside? The little girl looked up at him with tears in her eyes and cried, Oh, Daddy, its not empty at all. I blew kisses into the box. Theyre all for you, Daddy.
The father was crushed. He put his arms around his little girl, and he begged for her forgiveness. Only a short time later, an accident took the life of the child. It is also told that her father kept that gold box by his bed for many years and, whenever he was discouraged, he would take out an imaginary kiss and remember the love of the child who had put it there.
In a very real sense, each one of us, as humans beings, have been given a gold container filled with unconditional love and kisses... from our children, family members, friends, and God. There is simply no other possession, anyone could hold, more precious than this.
A Unique Job
A fathers job is unique.
If parents had job descriptions mine would read: organize bills, playmates, laundry, meals, laundry, carpool1, laundry, snacks, outings and shopping, and laundry.
The only thing on my husbands description would be the word “fun” written in big red letters along the top. Although he is a selfless caregiver and provider, our children think of him more as a combination of a jungle gym2 and bozo3 and clown.
Our parenting styles compliment each other. His style is a nonstop adventure where no one has to worry about washing their hands, eating vegetables, or getting cavities4. My style is similar to Mussolini5. Im too busy worrying to be fun. Besides, every time I try, I am constantly outdone by my husband.
I bought my children bubble gum flavored toothpaste and I taught them how to brush their teeth in tiny circles so they wouldnt get cavities. They thought it was neat until my husband taught them how to rinse6 by spitting out water between their two front teeth like a fountain.
I took the children on a walk in the woods and, after two hours, I managed to corral7 a slow ladybug8 into my sons insect cage. I was “cool” until their father came home, spent two minutes in the backyard, and captured a beetle the size of a Chihuahua9.
I try to tell myself I am a good parent even if my husband does things I cant do. I can make sure my children are safe, warm, and dry. Ill stand in line for five hours so the children can see Santa at the mall ?? or be first in line to see the latest Disney movie. But I cant wire the VCR1 so my children can watch their favorite video.
I can carry my children in my arms when they are tired, tuck them into bed, and kiss them goodnight. But I cant flip them upside down so they can walk on the ceiling or prop them on my shoulders so they can see the moths flying inside of the light fixture2.
I can take them to doctor appointments, scout meetings, or field trips to the aquarium3, but Ill never go into the wilderness, skewer4 a worm on a hook, reel in5 a fish, and cook it over an open flame on a piece of tin foil6.
Ill even sit in the first row of every Little League game and cheer until my throat is sore and my tonsils7 are raw8, but Ill never teach my son how to hit a home run9 or slide into first base10.
As a mother I can do a lot of things for my children, but no matter how hard I try ?? I can never be their father.
母亲永远成不了父亲 A Unique Job