Fridays Are For Family

I love Fridays. I really do. This is the day that recharges my personal battery for the week because this is the day that I set aside and strictly guard so I can spend time with my family. One of the lessons that I have learned from some of our empty-nesters and grandparents at Temple is to make the most of these early years with my kids because the years pass so quickly.  I see that.  I know that. It seems just like yesterday that I was holding Laura Kate in the delivery room. It seems like it was just yesterday that I was getting up multiple times during the night to feed or change Jack. Or wait, was that Benjamin? Now…well, they grow so quickly.

It's one of the most valuable lessons you can teach your children - how to properly handle money. You see, we live in a world where more lives - and even nations - are falling apart at the seams because of financial irresponsibility. It seems that almost every day I hear where some nation is in chaos over an oncoming collapse in their economy or some family is facing foreclosure (or even divorce) because they never learned the first rule of finances - you can't spend more than you take in. One of the first lessons I have determined to teach my children is how to properly view and use the money that the Lord gives to them. I want them to see themselves as stewards of God's money, not spenders of their money. I want them to see money for what it is - a way to be blessed and a means to be a blessing. I don't want them to fall into the financial traps that so many people fall into today. I don't want their self-worth to be tied to their net-worth. I don't want them to hold onto to their money, yet lose their family. I don't want them to get into so much debt that they can't obey and follow the Lord. In short, I want them to have a Biblical view of money.

When I came home from the office the other day my three year old son, Jack, met me at the back door and told me about another little boy who had been "ugly" to him at the local playground. He went into as much detail as his three year old vocabulary would allow - with additional clarification and information coming from a very elaborate demonstration of the incident. I may not have understood everything, but it was abundantly clear that some other little boy had hit him.

I know, that's an odd title for one of my Friday posts, but he did! My three-year-old son Jack, who can be a bit of a picky eater, just ate Japanese food - and then asked for more. Now, this may not be a big deal to you, but for this daddy, this is HUGE! Kim is due to have third child any day now. So, I thought I'd be a good husband pick up some dinner to bring home. (Nobody wants me cooking in the kitchen. Tried it once. Bad idea.) She had been craving Japanese food, so I dropped by our favorite local chopstick-toting restaurant - Joy of Tokyo - and ordered steak and chicken teriyaki with steamed rice. Even as I was placing the order, I thought, "There's no way that Jack is going to eat this." Oh, he loves chicken and rice, but mostly the fried kind. Which, it turns out, are not the most healthy of foods.

This past week it hit me.  I suddenly realized that in less than a month our third child will arrive. It is an exciting and anxious time around the Whitt house. It's exciting because we will welcome the newest member of our family. There will be joy and happiness in bringing our new baby boy home. I know that there will be sleepless nights and dirty diapers and the smell of baby powder and baby food. But, I've got to admit - I love being around little babies - especially when they’re mine. Now, I never thought I'd feel this way, much less say it out loud or put it in print, but it's true.