Parenting is The Revolution

Parenting is The Revolution

|Children|Aaron Blakeley

I recently went on a campaign to write in more locations than my personal blog and have been marginally successful. I just published an article on my home towns news papers website. It is the first one of hopefully many. This is the most nervous I have been about an article ever. I think I have just the right solution. Societies grow from generation to generation. One generation gets old and passes the reigns of power off to the next and so on and so forth till we get to where we are right now. So the solution is simple! Raise your children! Put down the phone, close the laptop, turn off the news and TV; go for a walk. ...

I Wish You Were Dead

I Wish You Were Dead

|Children|Aaron Blakeley

Recently I agreed to be a contributor to a new blog called They Call Me Dad. You can find bellow an except from my first post with them and a link over to it. Excerpt This is the worst thing a child has ever said to me. Probably won’t be the worst in the long run but still, to date, it is the one that has hurt the most. Let me list off some things that have been said that were the worst before the next was said. Deaf Boy Fatty Stupid Idiot Fat Stupid Jerk I hate you remember that time you (insert some mistake) Then  I Wish You Were Dead READ THE REST   Know Thy Self or ...

Oaks and Crape Myrtles

Oaks and Crape Myrtles

|Christianity|Aaron Blakeley

Oaks and Crape Myrtles Aaron Blakeley - Daily Haiku

I have considering my own feelings towards the current climate in the culture. So much information that you can’t trust. This world is so full of lies and misdirection that there is no way your children won’t fall for at least a few of the lies. I was walking this weekend and I came across the ruins of an old monument sign. I was brick and overgrown by tree and vines. The bricks were loose but still standing and the words that were on it had long since rusted away. The studs where they still existed but the letters were gone. I realized that this nature despite what we build always encroaches on us. We build a house and the trees ...

With Me and Rock

With Me and Rock

|Children|Aaron Blakeley

Time with me and rock. Children love rocks, always picking them up. One time one of my little girls was complaining about her backpack being too heavy. We sat down one evening and cleaned out her backpack. There was a lot of junk, yes but there was also about two pounds of gravel in the bottom of it; her “rock collection.” We disposed of the gravel but I have never forgotten how all of my children just love rocks. Remember to spend time with your children doing the things that they love.

With Grace

With Grace

|Children|Aaron Blakeley

With Grace - Aaron Blakeley - The Daily Haiku

Love is complex and yet so simple. In love for my children, I will do what is best for them. The complexity comes in when that love is not something the other party wants. Between adults, this is a big deal, with child and parent it is necessary. My children never want to go to be but they need to. They never want to read but the need to. I love them enough to require compliance. Always with grace.

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Why I Protect

Why I Protect

|Fatherhood|Aaron Blakeley

All of my kids want cell phones. They are not even over the 10 threshold. The internet is, for the most part, a burning pile of lies, sex, and violence. I have a website that I try to put good stuff out but frankly, for the most part, it’s a drop in the bucket. I am protective of their media and entertainment. Unfortunately, I am unsure it will be enough.

Son of Mine I Know – Poem By Aaron Blakeley

Son of Mine I Know – Poem By Aaron Blakeley

|Fatherhood|Aaron Blakeley

Have been working with my kids a lot on manners but this applies to so much more. With foster or adoptive kids sometimes they come with so many things troubling them. I have see a child go from wild animal to troubled human to maybe one-day well-balanced adult. I have also been reading quite a bit of Shel Silverstein and thought that adding some artwork other than pictures to the poems and posts might be nice. Son of Mine I know Your manners are atrocious Son of mine you seem to know There’s food on your shirt And your furs grotesque You tear your food Son of mine you know Using your teeth like tusks You grunt and you groan ...

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A Heavy Heart

A Heavy Heart

|Fatherhood|Aaron Blakeley

I could never do that I’d get to attached With a depth of belly and an eye like Charles Loring Brace I stoop I pick up these nuggets of pain, joy, sorrow and rejoicing. They squirm, sometimes they scream and turn red-faced. There are no orphanages in America we dismantled them. Now all the parts are in our homes or drifting in the wind. Accept the wind can not carry them. They are heavy Full of history, full to the brim with future. I elected to have a heavy heart the day I married My wife has needy children running in her veins from birth God transfused them into me. They run thick in my veins I pump them through ...