John Markum

Daddy Letters 01-05-12

Emilee, Kali, Josiah, and Elijah…

As of the time that I’m writing this, each of you are very young and yet so different:

  • Emilee, you are 6 years old and in Kindergarten! You have your Daddy’s stubbornness and your Mommy’s tender heart. Your smile makes my worst day bright and everyone says that your laugh is intoxicating. You are so smart! And sometimes too clever for your own good. But you are very special to us. And you are a terrific big sister!
  • Kali, you are 4 years old and want to do everything that you see your big sister do. You are very opinionated already! Everyone tells me that you are the one that’s going to cause me trouble with the boys! But they don’t know how much you love your Daddy. And no boy can shake us. You say the funniest things! Your mom and I laugh all the time at the stuff you come up with. Especially when you can’t say it without putting your hands on your hips. You are precious to me! You are forever more, my “Little Bug.”
  • Josiah, you are 2 and there is nothing you can’t turn into a weapon! I asked God for a little boy and I got every bit of it in you! Much to my surprise though, you took longer than your sisters in warming up to me. But we’re definitely making up for lost time now. I can already see such potential in you. You have a good heart. And a strong, but sensitive spirit. When you grow up, we’re going to be best friends!
  • Elijah, you’re just a baby, dude! But you are at the “fun” baby stage. You can roll over, and you smile and laugh all the time. You and I became fast buddies. I love the way you smile up at me when you realize I’m around you. You have a look about you of an “old soul.” Women at church can’t seem to put you down. You are surrounded by a brother and sisters who adore you.

You’re all so young still, and our house is full of crazy activity all day long. But your Mom and I wouldn’t trade it for the world. We love watching all four of you growing up together. At this point in your lives, you may not appreciate some of the things we do, but our love for you is unshakeable, and we delight in each of you in your own uniqueness. We know that you will make us so proud in your own ways, and we are honored to be your parents.

Though you had no choice in the matter, thank you for being my kids. I promise to give you the best of my life, and to help you be everything that God created you to be. I cannot begin to tell you how much more you’ve taught me about our heavenly Father. And it is my pleasure to teach you about Him as well. I’ll write to each of you again soon.

All my heart,

Daddy

Bullies, Flashlights, Fire, and Kali

What could possibly have come from the mouth of my precious little 4-year-old daughter, Kali? This story that she dropped on me and Tiff this afternoon:

Kali: “Mom. Dad. We have to go now!”

Tiff: “Why, Kali?”

Kali: “To get the flashlights!”

Tiff: “What flashlights?!?”

Kali: “The flashlights that the bully took!”

Tiff: <snickering> “Uhh, John? You might wanna hear this one!”

Me: “What is she saying?”

Kali: “We have to go to the bully’s house to get the flashlights back! Uh huh, that’s sounds like a good deal…”

Me: “Kali, how are we going to get the flashlights back from the bully?”

Kali: “We’re going to tie him up with the rope and throw him into the fire, and he’s going to get all burned up.”

Me: “WHAT!?!”

<Kali repeats, quite adamantly!>

Me: “Kali where is this bully?”

Kali: “At his house!” <said with an obvious “duh, Dad!” attitude>

Tiff: “And where is his house at, Kali?”

Kali: “It’s far, far away. We have to get a whole million gas in the car and go get him!”

Tiff: “Kali, we can’t burn up bullies…”

Kali: “Yes we can! We have to get the rope, and…”

John: “Kali, if we tie up a bully and throw him in to the fire and burn him all up, then we go to jail…”

Kali: <disappointed> “Ahhh…”

Don’t mess with my kids… They will straight-up tie you with rope and burn you! I laughed so hard at this today, but secretly feel a little worried. Just don’t tell Kali that. I’m afraid of getting up in the middle of the night with a horse head laying next to me.

Blessings (LoL),

John

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