Fathers Love to Help

Tomorrow is a day for which dads live. Moving Day. This last week two of our sons left for college, next week another one leaves, but they could not take all of their possessions with them. Dad was enlisted to be in charge of getting the big items moved. Today, I am renting a trailer, getting everything ready for the trek across Texas tomorrow. The plan: load up early, leave at 9:00AM, first stop Waco, on to College Station for two more stops, return home before midnight. I know it is an ambitious plan but one that we could accomplish if we don’t have any hiccups.

My wife and I, with our daughter, went to a first birthday party for my nephew’s son, Logan. He looks so much like his father. It seems like it has been fifty years since we had a one-year old child. Then in another way, it seems like last month we were having one-year old birthdays every year. It was a great time of raising our kids. But it did seem to go fast. I wonder if Logan’s parents realize how fast it will go by. Make the most of EVERY moment. Because when you blink the opportunity will pass you by.

Most dads love to help their kids move. It is a guy thing. But it has to be done the right way. No loose ends. Perfect planning. The right equipment, the right boxes, the right packing, everything must be perfect. You can see this coming right? When it doesn’t go perfectly, we might get upset. Don’t misunderstand me. We are not getting mad because we have to help our kids move. We are getting mad that the move is not going perfectly.

My goal for tomorrow, the big ‘Move Across Texas Day’, is to not let things build up within myself. Venting the little things, that might make me irritable, may help prevent a major blowup. This is my history. When I get disappointed about something I push it down inside myself again and again. At some point like a volcano building I blow and no one wants to be around me. It can ruin a beautiful day. I refuse to be that way tomorrow.