One of the traditions I’m trying to introduce is taking each of the kids on a “dad trip” once per year. I don’t pretend to be a model parent, I do a lot of things wrong– But one thing I think I’m doing well is creating memorable experiences with Megan, Paul, and Jackson.
I grew up with The Cosby Show. Thursday nights on NBC.
It was must-see TV.
The kids try not to think about it.
But there is a growing pile of things under the Christmas tree with their names on it.
That pile calls out to them.
One thing that works for me as a parent is creating [hopefully] memorable experiences. I’m not great in the day-to-day. But I feel like I’m pretty decent when I can do something special with my kids.
We used yesterday’s Wooden Legacy Finals in Anaheim as an excuse to hang out together for twelve hours. And as much as I’d like to say that I had some sort of a grand plan to make the most out of our day together, I really didn’t. I just knew we were going to spend time together and over the course of that I hoped we’d enjoy some bonding time and get past our normal small talk.
3 hours from now Megan and I are leaving for the airport. We’ll fly to Chicago today where we’ll spend a few days together exploring the city before doing some work Monday through Wednesday.
In so many ways the McLane’s are Chicagoans. We both moved to the city in 1994 for college. We met there in 1995. And the first 5 years of our marriage was living in Chicago and later in Forest Park, a nearby suburb. And, of course, Megan was born at Northwestern Hospital in Chicago.
Whether it’s celebrating New Years with the kids or going to a big game. We’re always making memories.
“They Grow Up So Fast”
“They grow up so fast, enjoy it. Blink and they’ll be 20.” Is there a more annoying thing to tell a new parent? Knee deep in dirty diapers, sleep deprivation, and the constant worry that you’re going to somehow screw up God’s little gift to you… the only thing you want is to catch some solid sleep between now and when that baby is old enough to talk to you about what they want and crap in the toilet all by themselves.
Here are some words Kristen and I use to describe our long-term hopes for our kids.
- Dependent on a loving God.
- Recklessly, hope-filled dream chasers.
- Happy and simple adult relationships.
We jokingly sum up our goal of parenting like this, “We don’t ever want to see our kids on Springer.”
That’s not the most articulate thing in the world, it doesn’t lay everything out, but it does keep the end-goal in mind.