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January 6, 2006

Serenity Prayer Over a Game of Cootie

by Joshua Minton

This post was reprinted from my post on the Family Bliss Blog

God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change

I am not a patient man. I cannot abide the wasting of time although many of the things I fill my time with seems like a waste to my loved ones.

The courage to change the things I can,

I can no longer listen to the blasted song Cat's in the Cradle by Harry Chapin because it breaks me down every time. It's a bullet into the heart of my greatest weakness and my greatest fear. The song is about a father who had no time for his son when he is growing up and is dismayed to discover that his son grows up to have no time for him.

It kills me every time I hear it because I spent so much of my childhood away from my own father, loving the time I did get to spend with him, but somewhat spiteful that there wasn't more of it. So, I grew up learning to amuse myself, to fill my own time...and I got very good at it. Too good.

Now, I fill my time in what seems like selfish ways to my family but are ways that keep me mentally and spiritually balanced, working and moving ahead.

My wife has often expressed her frustration in figuring out where my direction lies and what my priorities are.


And the wisdom to know the difference.

Yesterday, my wife, my son and I sat down in a rare moment and played a game of Cootie. It was my son's second time playing the game and I interrupted some infernal project I was working on to play the game. I sat down with the best intentions of spending quality time with them but then he started in with his holding onto the dice and refusing to roll. He was having fun with us just being there and I was anxious to get the game over so that I could move back into the project. I was the father in the song...again.

And like a future blast back echo; today I heard an old man's voice calling to me from the possible future. He was saying, "Tempus Fugit, young father. The acorn never falls far from the tree."

No one told me that being a parent was like trying to hold a sand castle together on a low beach at high tide. Moments filter and flitter away like plastic grocery bags in a trash dump.

In the end, life is what you remember it to be and I'm beginning to figure out what I don't want to remember mine as.

Amen

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