Dreams Unlocked

Between all of my kids, these 3 are my favorite. There is a blogger, writer guy in Calgary who has generated a lot of media buzz. He is also a father. Now, let's see if it is deserved. Buzz Bishop wrote a post on a parenting web-site stating that his eldest son is his favorite. Here's a link to the blog: http://blogs.babble.com/kid-scoop/2012/09/19/admit-it-you-have-a-favorite-kid-i-do/ Some quotes from the post: If I were to be absolutely honest, my older son is my favorite of the two Yes, I have a favorite son and I’m not ashamed to admit it.  I just .. y’know .. like him better. My wife loved the babying of our boys, I was wanting them to run, and kick, and play. Now, why do I call Bishop an idiot? Because he has an undeveloped and immature view of love and relationships. He has no concept of unconditional love. His is an immature selfish love. The key is this line: my oldest son is my favorite because he can do more things.  To me, he’s mor

Wisdom Ponders Sophia was sitting next to me at my desk this morning. She was coloring a princess coloring book. I was reading "The Descent of the Dove" by Charles Williams - a history of the Holy Spirit in the church. She turned to me and asked, "Why did you name me Sophia?" I answered, "Sophia means wisdom, so we thought you would be wise." "What is wisdom?" "Wisdom means that you are smart. About a 7 second pause before, "I am wisdom." Then back to coloring and reading. A series of errands and house-hold activities followed until dinner. We ate dinner at around 5:30. It was at this point that Sophia's early revelation about her name became actualized. Out of the blue with no appropriate context or prompting she blurted out: "Nobody knows anything except Jesus." I immediately pulled out my newly antiquated iphone 4 and tweeted her words. I haven't been able to put that sentence out of my

Felicia and I went out last week. Our normal date nights usually consist of either dinner or a movie. Last week we did something different, we went to a play. She Has A Name is a play that has been touring across Canada. It is currently playing in the Vancouver Fringe Festival. It is directed by a very talented friend of mine from Regent, Stephen Waldenschmidt. The story is about a teen prostitute trafficked into a brothel from another country in South East Asia. She is befriended by a worker for a NGO seeking to rescue girls like her. Throughout the play 3 actresses in white robes enter in and out providing background narration through chanting rhymes and poetry. Not sure if they were supposed to be actual angels, but they were a very creative touch. The story is also unique because it shows the toll the job takes on the worker from the NGO - the pain of seeing the young girls being trafficked and ogled by other men and the pain of being away from his wife and kids. I though

Pre-School, Kindergarten and ...... Grade 3 I watched Letterman the other night. Howard Stern was on. When Stern wasn't promoting his show, "America's Got Talent", they discussed some more personal issues, including their children. All of Stern's children are grown now. David Letterman has a son in Grade 3 - so along with Diastema, that's 2 things Letterman and I have in common. Letterman made an interesting comment about his son Harry. He said, "I was fine when he was in kindergarten. I was fine with Grade 1. I was fine with Grade 2. But Grade 3 .... I just want it to stop. I just feel the world is filled with goons and I want to protect him from them." I can relate to the talk show's angst. Adam is in Grade 3, and it feels different for me than Grade 2 - Grade 2 sounded small - Grade 3 sounds much older. Maybe, because I have clear memories of Grade 3 myself and blurry uneven memories of my life before that. Now my son will be goi