Fun fact: Cheryl and I are expecting a baby Hinnen in late September. We are, as you can imagine, ecstatic. In the past I've heard people ponder aloud whether this world is a safe or scary place to raise a child.
I can unequivocally say it is both but I've got some of the greatest people to introduce our kiddo to. For example:
So when you are expecting everyone asks you the same questions... "When are y'all expecting?" "Do you know if it is a boy or a girl?" "Are y'all excited?" "Can I babysit?"
Well... not everyone asks if they can babysit. But a lot have.
Hence my first unfair division of the world: is this scary? Or safe? To answer that is more about my own heart and how I see the world than identifying who is safe and who isn't. My parents raised me in a way that encouraged freedom but responsibility. Heck, I rode a Greyhound to Wisconsin when I was fifteen. Uh, well, moving on...
I've given up the internet this Lent because it feels like so many people feel this world is a scary place where you are simply moving from one tragedy/scandal/offense/hurt to the next. What a sad way to go about life. That doesn't sound like life to me at all. It sounds like hell.
I wasn't raised that way. I was raised going from one joy to the next. And while I may never be able to control every situation/person my child will interact with I hope we can teach all our kiddos that love and life are bigger than hate and death.
Yeah. Been thinking a lot lately about how I was raised.
So sure, you can babysit. That wasn't so hard, was it?
I can unequivocally say it is both but I've got some of the greatest people to introduce our kiddo to. For example:
So when you are expecting everyone asks you the same questions... "When are y'all expecting?" "Do you know if it is a boy or a girl?" "Are y'all excited?" "Can I babysit?"
Well... not everyone asks if they can babysit. But a lot have.
Hence my first unfair division of the world: is this scary? Or safe? To answer that is more about my own heart and how I see the world than identifying who is safe and who isn't. My parents raised me in a way that encouraged freedom but responsibility. Heck, I rode a Greyhound to Wisconsin when I was fifteen. Uh, well, moving on...
I've given up the internet this Lent because it feels like so many people feel this world is a scary place where you are simply moving from one tragedy/scandal/offense/hurt to the next. What a sad way to go about life. That doesn't sound like life to me at all. It sounds like hell.
I wasn't raised that way. I was raised going from one joy to the next. And while I may never be able to control every situation/person my child will interact with I hope we can teach all our kiddos that love and life are bigger than hate and death.
Yeah. Been thinking a lot lately about how I was raised.
So sure, you can babysit. That wasn't so hard, was it?
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