Look Closely

Kai, our 1 year old son, was putting up a good fight this evening. His little body was exhausted yet he couldn’t stop squirming and yelling. He didn’t want to be cuddled. He didn’t want to be rocked. I have no idea what he wanted.

I grabbed a pillow and placed it on my lap. I took Kai and laid him on the pillow. He couldn’t keep his arms and legs still. He looked like a potato bug that had been turned on its back. His eyes were droopy. His cheeks covered in tears.

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I let him twist and stretch until he finally began to settle down. He finally situated himself where he could watch me watch him. I looked into his dark blue eyes and wondered what he’s thinking.

Does he realize how much he’s loved? Does he recognize me? What’s going through his mind as I twirl him back and forth on my chair with George Winston playing in the background?

He searches for my hand until he finds a finger and squeezes it as tightly as he can. His grip feels stronger than his size would reflect. Maybe this is his way of connecting with me.

And that’s fine with me because he’s almost outgrown my lap. It won’t be long till he’s hanging off my back begging me to give him a camel ride around the living room. Or blast him off rocket style onto the top bunk.

Kai could very well be our last baby to keep us up at night.

Be as wiggly and loud as you want, Kai.

I’ll miss it when it’s gone.

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Making Tradeoffs as a Father

We didn’t have children till I was in my 30’s. By that time I’d seen many examples of how couples raised their children. By far the most influential example of how to raise children came from my own parents. I remember something my anthropology professor said. Something along the lines of “you will raise your kids the way you were raised”.

Lately I’ve thought about what lessons I’ve taken from my my parents. Was my anthropology professor correct? Am I raising my kids the same way I was raised?

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Kim and I don’t have as well defined roles as my parents had. I go off to work each day like my father did, but I don’t work as many hours as he did. In fact, I’ll bet I work half the hours he put in during the school year. I understand why he worked as hard as he did. He enabled my mother, who was ill much of the time, to stay home to raise five children. My father worked as a teacher which didn’t give him as much scheduling flexibility as I have employed in the technology field. 

The downside to my father’s choice of professions is that I didn’t know him very well until I entered high school. He was off to work most days before I was awake, and later, his coaching assignments filled many late nights away from home. I don’t recall him accompanying me on a field trip or taking time off to catch a movie with me.

The thought of my father playing hokey to hang out with us was unfathomable. As a child, I had the impression his work came before everything else. At the time I figured all fathers were gone from dawn till dusk. I don’t recall any fathers accompanying their children on grade school field trips.

The upside of my father’s profession was that I had the opportunity to spend a lot of time with him as my coach in high school baseball, basketball and football. He oftentimes gave me a ride to and from school. I have many fond memories of those few minutes we had together discussing sports and school. Although things worked out fine and we are close friends today, I wish I could have built a relationship with him sooner.

And that’s the one thing I wanted to improve upon when I had kids. I don’t want to wait till they are in their early teens before I get to know them well. I remember seeing my dad on the weekends but not often during the week.

It’s not easy balancing work and family. There are times when I do one well while slacking a bit at the other.

I don’t know how it will work out. In a sense, I’m betting that one day I’ll look back and be grateful I took time away from work to spend with my family. Yet I’m fully aware that doing so could cost me promotions down the road. I’ve made sure my manager understands my main priority is my family. I don’t believe that makes me a less valuable employee. But I can’t be sure I’ll always work for someone who sees it that way.

My father was more involved in the lives of his children than his father was with his own. I have no doubt my dad wants me to spend more time with my kids than he was able to spend with us.

If my children look back on how they were raised and only find one area they’d like to improve, I’ll feel like I’ve done well in raising them to be better parents than I’ve been.

Autumn Leaf Raking

Our entire backyard was covered in leaves. Given the amount of rain we’ve had over the past two week, I figured I’d better take the opportunity to rake a few piles this afternoon.

And what better way to shorten the task than recruit the kids to pitch in.

That was my bright idea anyway.

Here’s the breakdown on how my afternoon leaf raking project played out. Needless to say, the leaves won today.

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Big Purple Chair

Some days my body doesn’t want to go to work but my mind convinces it otherwise. Occasionally it’s the other way around. But when both protest it’s best to take a day off instead of fighting a winless battle.

Yesterday was one of those days.

Luca and Lincoln had Halloween parties at school so I headed there to volunteer my skills which included sweeping the gym floor, tying shoes and and reminding a rambunctious little boy to refrain from putting a half licked Tootsie Roll Pop up his nose. 

I finished volunteering in Lincoln’s class just in time to help Luca’s class carve pumpkins. As I walked through the door to her classroom, several students approached me. One little girl said, “We’ve been expecting you”. I looked across the room and saw a table full of carved pumpkins as Luca grabbed my hand, leaned into my leg and said, “I thought you were going to help me carve my pumpkin”.

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I picked her up and held her tight as the tears streamed down her face and onto her new glasses. The teacher approached and apologized for writing down the wrong time. But it didn’t matter to Luca. She’d told everyone in her class that her dad was going to carve the best pumpkin ever. I asked her to show me the pumpkin she carved. It looked fantastic. She had taped purple strands of yarn along the top to give it hair. “I’ve never seen a pumpkin with purple eyebrows”, I told her in my lame attempt to entice a smile. 

That afternoon I picked her up from school and drove to our favorite hang out joint: Starbucks. Luca ordered a small hot chocolate with extra whipped cream and a plain bagel. She showed me how hot chocolate connoisseurs use three stirring straws instead of one. “Just make sure it’s not hot before you do this” she warned me.

We relaxed on a big purple chair with giant comfy cushions. Just the two of us. Side by side.

She told me bagels are her favorite food. Except for pizza. And potatoes with melted cheese.

I could listen to her talk for hours. I wish I could make time stand still. But moments like these come in unexpected short bursts. One can’t force them. That’s what makes them special.

I took the glasses off her face and wiped away the salty residue left over from the earlier tears. I placed them back on her cute face and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

Her smile returned.

I’d like to take the credit for that.

But I believe it was the magic of the big purple chair.

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Sometimes my kids mistake me for a jungle gym. I don’t believe I look like a jungle gym but my kids must think otherwise because why else would they crawl up my legs to reach my back to swing from my arms?

And that’s usually followed by, “Hey dad, let us get on your back and ride you like a camel!” I’ve heard they are resilient creatures but I’d like to see how far a camel could travel with two kids jumping up and down on its back and spanking its butt while another child dangles from its neck yelling, “GO FASTER AND TRY TO TIP US OFF!”

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None of my children can sit NEXT to me. I’ve tried for years with no luck whatsoever. We have a large and a small couch in the TV room. Occasionally I’ll try to sneak onto the small one while the kids sit comfortably on the big couch. But within 5 seconds, all three are fighting to sit on my lap.

While I told them a story in bed tonight, Anna Lynn jumped on my lap so hard it’s a good thing we have four children because I’m not sure I can biologically father any more.

I sometimes feel like that grasshopper on the Discovery channel that’s taken down buy a large army of ants. I can withstand the blow of one or two kids but I’m eventually worn down by their sheer numbers.

Yet, I wouldn’t trade these times for anything even it it means I’m the recipient of a few wet willies, noogies and the occasional wedgie. I know it won’t be long before they’ve outgrown the camel rides.

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The In-Between Times

We loaded the kids in the Odyssey yesterday afternoon and headed to lunch at a Mongolian Grill that’s one of their favorites. On the way home from lunch Kim wanted to stop at Trader Joe’s.

Too many things can go wrong when we take the kids into the store. One or two will get lost or some accidental shoplifting will occur so it’s best I stay back with the kids and send Kim into the store alone.

The minute mom is out of the car the kids yell, “MAKE UP A GAME, DAD!!” Yesterday we played a game called “Name the Grandpa or Grandma” where I give them a small detail and they tell me which of the grandparents it pertains to. Lots of the questions revolve around pets since my parents have a big dog and Kim’s parents have a tiny one. 

The kids smile and laugh and yell and don’t mind waiting for mom to return. These small slices of time with my kids are some of my favorite. It’s life unplanned. Impromptu games and laughs and joy fill the car. No radio or Nintendo required.

The kids love planned events. It gives them something to look forward to. But they love these in-between times as well. It’s ok to make faces, sing goofy songs and make fart sounds.

The party comes to a close when I sound the mom alert. The kids think it’s fun to settle down like nothing happened. But they can never keep from giggling while mom loads the groceries in the trunk.

I think mom might be on to us. But she probably likes her 15 kid-free minutes too much to say anything.

Time for Kids: Now or Later?

A good portion of raising children involves making decisions today that we believe will pay dividends down the road. Such is the case with piano lessons, athletics or visits to the library. As in the case with piano practice, these activities occasionally take a little parental encouragement when your friends are playing jump-rope while you practice for a recital.  brettlincoln

I’ve often wondered if I’m making the right decision by pulling back at work today so that I can experience more of my children’s lives today. This is different than the approach my father took. His job required long hours and frequent nights and weekends away from our family. He did this so my mother could stay home and raise five children. The benefit of this approach is that he was able to retire from teaching after 30+ years well before he turned 60.  He’s now able to spend a lot of time with his grandchildren. Not only does he have the time but his health and younger age allow him to engage in many activities with his grandchildren.

But I have very few memories of spending time with my father until I reached high school. Most of my early memories of my father were centered baseball and basketball games he was able to attend. I don’t recall him going on field trips or helping me much with school work or getting to know many of my friends. My mom filled these roles so well that I didn’t notice my father’s absence until years later. But he provided for us financially and was there for the big events. I’m sure he understood this trade-off and felt the sacrifice was worth it. 

Maybe it’s the direction my career in technology has taken me. Or maybe it’s it’s the desire build a relationship with my kids before they are teenagers. Whatever the reason, I’ve decided to sacrifice my career now in order to spend time with my family. That means occasionally taking time off in order to spend a day at the Zoo with my daughter or stay home and build a blanket fort with Lincoln and Anna. It means calling in sick when Kim comes down with a bug and needs my help. It means putting my kids first and my work second. Or third or forth.

My boss understands where I place my priorities. He may not agree with my choices, but I believe he respects my decisions when it comes to family. But I’m not foolish to believe this hasn’t hurt my career. When my manager retires, my strongest competition for his job will come from a coworker who is the consummate company guy. He’s single and can dedicate 80 hours to the job if he wants. I won’t do that (at least not week and week out). If you were selecting someone for the job would you pick the family guy with a work/life balance or the person who will throw is heart and soul into the job with few outside distractions and the willingness to put work above all else?

I may be making the wrong choice because it means I won’t be able to retire as early as my father did. I will probably have to work into my 60’s before I retire. And even then, I probably won’t retire with his level of pension and benefits. I’ve quit jobs when they started to interfere with my family life. But I want to see my kids grow up. I don’t want the responsibility of raising our four kids rest solely on Kim.

But I’m realistic. I understand that Kim is the one who is home during the day. She’s the one that sees them off to school and is there to greet them when step off the bus. She changes more diapers, dispenses more medications, bandage more scrapes and wipes away more tears than I ever will.

But I don’t want our kids to grow up thinking dad’s job is to provide a paycheck while mom provides a shoulder cry on. It’s not an easy choice to balance out, but I’m trying my best to make it happen.

Root “Bear” Floats

Kim put the kids in the bathtub tonight right after they ran through the sprinklers which I don’t understand but have been married long enough not to question. Once they have splashed most of the water onto the bathroom floor my job is to remove each kid from the tub and take care of two tasks:

  1. Clean Ears
  2. Apply Lotion

Just give me a Q-tip and stand back because I know how to clean the kids ears without popping an eardrum. Not yet at least. But I’m a rookie when it comes to #2. So tonight I pressed 4 pumps full of lotion on each kids stomach and legs and let them rub it around until their knees and hands had absorbed 99% of the lotion.

I’m still learning.

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Once I can catch three bare naked kids and coax them into pajamas we go through this ritual of pulling out toothbrushes and seeing how much toothpaste we can squirt into the sink without a drop hitting the brush. I’m not sure how clean the kids teeth are but our sink is pearly white and at a low risk for gingivitis. The kids toothpaste (with princess on the label) smells more like candy to me anyway. I’d have better luck asking each kid to open their mouth like a baby bird while I shoot the gel directly onto their teeth.

But it’s all worth it. The tub full of Polly Pockets. The bathroom counter finger painted in lotion and the sink if full of pink princess gel with sparkles disguised as toothpaste. When our kids are older I’ll probably look back and miss these crazy times. We laugh a lot together and that helps make up for some of the challenging times.

As I tucked the kids into bed and closed the door to their room I noticed the following sign on Luca and Anna’s door. Luca must have written it sometime today. It made me smile.

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The Foot in the Door Technique

Luca: Can I have a whole pack of gum?

Me: No

Luca: Can I have a whole box of Tic Tacs?

Me: No

Luca: Can I have 4 pieces of gum?

Me: No

Luca: 4 Tic Tacs?

Me: No

Luca: Can I have one piece of gum and one Tic Tac?

Me: No

Luca: Can I have one Tic Tac if I promise not to tell Lincoln or Anna?

Me: Oh, alright!

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The Joys of Family

I remember the exact place and time. I was standing in our kitchen in our small home in Woodinville, WA. Kim stood next to me. I could tell she was excited about something but was waiting for the right time to tell me. She was giddy and nervous and I wasn’t quite sure what to make of it.

She finally got around to saying, “We are having a baby!” and I stood there stunned and not sure what to say. But my initial shock quickly wore off and we smile and hugged each other for a long time. I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face for days. Everywhere I went, I would tell myself over and over, “I’m going to be a dad”. Maybe I felt that if I said it enough I’d start to feel like one.

We now have four children and each time Kim told me another one was on the way, I was thrilled. I figured that with each child I’d feel more mature and more prepared to welcome the next one into our family. But that wasn’t the case. Each time I experienced a number of emotions ranging from excitement to shock to sheer joy to feeling overwhelmed. I believe this is normal.

With each child we wondered how the next would change the dynamics of our family. I wouldn’t say we planned the arrival for each child, waiting for the ideal time for another child. There’s a magic surrounding the birth of a child and I felt too much planning would ruin the moment. One of the great joys of raising children is seeing how they interact and grow together, and we are happy with our decisions to have them close in age.

Before I leave for work each morning, I  walk into their rooms and kiss them goodbye. It’s the only time of the day their little bodies aren’t running or dancing or wiggling around. I never tire of this routine. Yet some mornings, I stand back to look at them and wonder why I deserve such a rich life full of great kids. They bring so much happiness into my life.

Of course, there are many challenges and I make lots of mistakes. But the good time are so fantastic that it’s hard to imagine my life without them.