Sometimes I forget just how good life is with Sean and RyRo. Sure, they have the ability to drive me nuts. Most 9 and 12 year olds do. But they can bring a smile to my face in the midst of a storm, even if they caused the storm.
The best thing about having kids is how they love us regardless. Regardless of our abilities, our financial situation, how we look today. Regardless of everything that weighs on our minds.
My boys care about one thing; spending time with me!
I laid in bed with them last night. We talked, and prayed, and cuddled. I told them how happy I am to have them in my life.
I'm not sure we've ever had a talk like that. It wasn't a father telling his sons how much he loves them. It was a friend telling his friends how much he enjoys what they bring to his life.
And I could feel it as I said it - it's the absolute truth. I told them I'd rather fish with them, I'd rather take trips with them. I'd rather hang out with those two than any other guys.
Sean said 'what about mom?" I said mom's not a guy.
It made me realize just how real our friendship is.
Laying there cuddling with the boys, hearing them tell me to sleep with them and not mom, made me feel so appreciated. It reminded me of the pleasure they bring to my life.
It reminded me how much I love my boys.
Too often I overlook what they bring to the table. Maybe I discount it because of their age.
Maybe I squash their potential by being in a bad mood, having a rough day, or being in a hurry - missing the forest for the trees basically.
All I know is I'm reminded how precious their company can be. How comforting it is to watch TV with them. Scratch their back. Hold their hand while laying in bed. Talking about things they like. If I'd only make time.
They love for me to love them. And to them loving is not saying - loving is doing, showing, and listening.
Love is me slowing down enough to pay them attention. It's being a good dad. It's me being the dad they need.