A little over a week ago we loaded up all of our worldly possessions (including teddy bears and baby dolls) and moved from the Upstate of South Carolina to Augusta, Georgia. It was a move that we firmly believe God led us to make, and one which we did with great excitement and expectation. While it was difficult in many ways to say goodbye to so many people that we had grown to love like family, there is also a calm assurance that comes when you know that you're walking in the center of God's will for your life.
While Kim and I faced the move with delight and determination, it didn't take us long to sense some of the struggles that our children were facing during the weeks that led up to the move, as well as on the actual moving day. We commented to each other on several occasions how Jack was acting out. He would get up in the middle of the night and wander through the house or get in bed with us, saying that he was too scared to sleep in his own bed. He began to backtalk and not obey when asked to do things around the house. In general, there was a melancholy, rebellious spirit that settled over him in the days leading up to our move.
This coming Sunday is one of the most special days of the year - Mother's Day. I know that many men fuss and complain, saying that it's really not a "real holiday," and blame the greeting card companies for creating a day so that they can sell more cards. However, even if there were not an official day set aside to honor and express our love to the mother's in our lives there should be a day set aside to do just that.
As the the father of a very young family I want to make sure that my children learn to honor and express their love for their mom. I want them to learn by watching me honor and express my love for my mother, as well as their mother. I want to show them simple ways of expressing their love, appreciation and respect for their mom.
