When our two girls were 3 and 4 they were obsessed with the Care Bears. I guess we asked for it by calling our 3 year old Kher-Bear (or Bear, Bear-Bear, but seldom her given name- Kherington). After a certain episode during one of our Care-A-Thons Kherington started randomly shakin' her little tooshie. We asked her what she was doing...She was shaking her rainbow! Ha! Apparently someone's Care Bear Rainbow ended up on another Bear's bottom....laughter ensues. From then on when Kher starts a'shakin' in and we ask her to slow it down, she replies "But it's got a rainbow on it!!". Can't argue with that.
Memories like this are what make up our stories. They're the building blocks holding families together, or tearing them apart. What will our kids remember? I hope it's the laughter, the sheer delight of being a child. I want to give them that. Childhood is a blessing many children miss out on. Balancing out the wild freedom of their early years with the discipline required to raise up effective adults is too delicate to be called a formula and too littered with potholes to be called a road. But that's where we are and that's what we do. Sometimes gracefully, and always by the grace of God.
So welcome, ye fellow tightrope walkers, you weary daddies, and caffeinated mommies. Be blessed and have a laugh as you read our lessons learned, hurdles conquered, disasters narrowly avoided, and epic, EPIC fails.
Mike and Mandy
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