Laughing At My Own Farts

No FartingOh man, I chuckle as I write this post.  Believe it or not, I think there’s some truth behind this cloud of green smoke……

Have you ever let out a ripper that cleared the whole room?  You know, one of those eye-watering, rhythm-making pieces of art that disgusts all those around you?

I totally have and it’s quite satisfying in a strange, sick kind of way.

Watching others (hopefully people you know) pinch their noses, gag and flee the premises is actually quite hilarious.

In fact, some of my hardest laughs have resulted from this disgusting gesture…..most of the laughs were directed at the “victims,” but inwardly, I’m really laughing at myself.

It’s important to laugh at ourselves sometimes isn’t it?  Farting’s a pretty disgusting example, but I hope you get the point.

We’re all a little odd.  We all have our own quirks and nerdy attributes.  That’s what makes us different and interesting.

So often, we take life’s simplicities and brilliant moments and cover them with the black tar of seriousness and perfectionism.

I understand that there’s a time and place to be responsible, that’s just part of being an adult.  It’s finding those silly moments in between those responsibilities that’s important.  It adds flavor, lowers blood pressure and exercises our ability to be free….if only for a moment.  So be a dork dang it!  You won’t regret it!

I know this post may come across as stupid, gross and immature….I’ll agree, it kind of is :).  My hope is that you at least grinned a little.  C’mon, you know you did.

God Bless,



The Mixed Bag of Being a Parent

Toilet paperBeing a dad, or mom, or whatever is a crazy journey.  It’s a mixed bag really, full of good times and not-so-good times.

In the end, every second is worth it.  One thing that’s for certain is that sometimes, I’m left scratching my head, searching for answers, wanting to know all of the creative solutions but coming up short.

Dang, it’s frustrating, but pretty normal I believe.  I think as parents, we’ve all been there and we’ve all experienced the imperfect blessings of parenthood.

I’ll tell you what though, if you want to be challenged, become a parent.

If you want to be humbled, become a parent.

If you want to grow, become a parent.

If you want to learn patience, become a parent.

If you want to experience a “I have no idea what the heck I’m doing” kind of feeling, become a parent.

If you want to get used to bodily fluids, consisting of yellow and brown colors and those in between, become a parent.

If you want to witness your own faults, reflecting off of your children like a shiny mirror, become a parent.

If you want to learn cool songs and dance a lot, become a parent.

If you want to get really good at unclogging things, become a parent.

If you want to be a hero, become a parent.

If you want to create awesome memories, leaving a legacy for years to come, become a parent.

If you want to fail, become a parent.

If you want to experience the struggle of letting your kids fail, become a parent.

If you want to experience true, deep, unexplainable love, become a parent.

What a messy, beautiful and real opportunity we have to shape the lives of little ones.

I could go on for pages, but I’ll end here.  Love is the main ingredient that holds it all together.  It doesn’t matter how many times we mess up or how many times we get it wrong.  What matters most is the consistency of our presence in our children’s lives.

The same goes for our kiddos.  Sure we need to discipline, give wedgies when needed and be tough at times.  That’s just being a good parent.

Really though, our kids truly need to know that when they fall, and they will, we’ll be there to help them up every time.  After all, we’re not too perfect either, right?

When I was younger, my dad used to tell me something like “whether you’re good or bad, happy or sad, I will always love you.”  That’s the message right there… live that unconditional love out daily, in word and deed……..this should be directed not only to our kids, but to our messy, old, imperfect selves as well.

God Bless,