I’m big. 6 feet 7 inch, 300-ish pounds big.
This means several things to me. I have to buy my suits at “Men of Measure, Men of Stature.” There are some cars I have to practically wear to drive. There are other cars I can’t fit into at all. When someone needs help carrying something heavy, they contact me. My wife hasn’t changed a light bulb since we’ve been married. Things like that.
It also means something else: I shouldn’t say “whoopsy daisy.”
This past Saturday I officiated a wedding. By this I don’t mean that I dressed up in a referee outfit to keep the bride’s family and groom’s family from throwing down in the church’s sanctuary. What I do mean is that I was the minister at a wedding.
During this wedding I did something I had never done before. Right after pontificating on the finer points of marriage and how God is able to help through any problem they will face, I asked the best man for the ring,
And then….I dropped the ring. And, sadly, it wasn’t a zero-gravity ring with the ability to float.
It fell to the floor. I bent over to pick it up. As I bent over to pick it up, I said in a voice loud enough for everyone to hear….
What am I–three years old?!?!
What kind of 6 feet, 7 inch, 300-ish pound man says “whoopsy daisy?”
The answer is simple–a 6 feet, 7 inch, 300-ish pound man with a bunch of kids.
Having 5 kids has changed me. I watch a lot of cartoons. I say “wow” a lot. I get to settle plenty of disputes. And the laundry–it is a never-ending battle.
And sometimes I say “whoopsy daisy” instead of “dang it” or “crap.”
And this is fine with me.
Not only have my kids changed my vocabulary, my tv-watching habits, and my hobbies, they have also changed my heart.
For the better.
And for this I am thankful.
How about you? How have your kids, grandkids, nieces, nephews, or any other children in your life changed you?