Dads need to stop and at least check out the flowers. This morning I escorted my kindergarten aged daughter on bicycle to school. As I plucked my bicycle from its resting place against our five-foot azalea hedge, I noted the plethora of blooms. Spring flowers by the hundred. I know, spring is still three months away, but in Florida spring begins in late January to early February.
I’d been checking this flowering phenomena out for a couple weeks. This hedge has refused to bloom for over eleven years. For reasons beyond me, we’re buried in spring flowers to thrill your heart. The crazy years of three or four blooms have ended.
So we mount our bikes and head off down the road to school. I always carry my iPhone with me, but all too often I forget the wonderful versatility I keep in my pocket. The flowers already had me reflecting on fourteen years in a state I swore I would never live in for more than five. Four of our six children have been born in Florida.
Roni rolling…I watched Roni rolling along and the thought passed through my heart that I would not be able to experience moments like these for long. Two children have already grown, left home, one married, and three more are teenagers. Roni is the last child I will get to ride bikes with – at least the last of my children.
I then pulled out my phone as I had with the azaleas and switched the camera over to video mode. I desired an audio-visual record of a day in which I possessed the uncountable joy of watching my daughter, training wheels and all, riding to school.
What’s really great about this is I remembered I recorded her on her roller skated on her way home from school a few weeks ago. She learned to roller skate over a four week period of skating to and from school each day. A week ago, I pulled her home on her skates while I rode my bike. Now that would have been a great video. Maybe I’ll talk her into it tomorrow…
Children grow so fast. You hear it from every parent you meet. It feels like you blink and they’re getting married or driving or getting taller that you are… Hey, I’m 6’2″ and my son is now taller than I am and he’s only 15. Whew! That’s been a bit of a shock (I still beat him one-on-one at basketball though…:)).
Dads, we need to take the time to check out the spring flowers, to ride bicycles with our children, and to collect the special memories that will last lifetimes. The time I spend riding my daughter to school is no more that 15 minutes. That time is precious. Savor them.
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