Proverbs 17:6 says, the "glory of sons is their fathers." The 
default condition is for children, especially boys to be proud of their fathers. Dads, it is like we begin with a head start; our kids will look up to us until they have a reason not to. I'll propose a simple exercise to demonstrate this. Just listen to little kids talk about their dads. There is a reason we tell, "My dad can beat your dad up" jokes. It is because most little kids, in fact, believe that their dad can whip his weight in tigers with one hand tied behind his back.
We usually attribute the change that comes to youngsters as they grow up to the kids, themselves, and our culture. Again, a bit of observation will confirm that many/most of those four-year-olds who bragged on dad, by the time they become fourteen, are much less impressed. Fathers, when we blame forces outside of ourselves for this fall in "polling numbers" are we taking the easy way out? I fear we are.
default condition is for children, especially boys to be proud of their fathers. Dads, it is like we begin with a head start; our kids will look up to us until they have a reason not to. I'll propose a simple exercise to demonstrate this. Just listen to little kids talk about their dads. There is a reason we tell, "My dad can beat your dad up" jokes. It is because most little kids, in fact, believe that their dad can whip his weight in tigers with one hand tied behind his back. We usually attribute the change that comes to youngsters as they grow up to the kids, themselves, and our culture. Again, a bit of observation will confirm that many/most of those four-year-olds who bragged on dad, by the time they become fourteen, are much less impressed. Fathers, when we blame forces outside of ourselves for this fall in "polling numbers" are we taking the easy way out? I fear we are.
A friend of mine told me one time about a ministry in which he was involved. Part of the meeting-plan of this ministry, involved food. When my friend was put in charge of planning the gatherings he was given a sum of money--more than enough to purchase what was needed for a meeting's worth of snacks. My friend was told, this was the last time he would be given any money. He needed to make sure that he maintained a positive cash flow. Guys, I think that is like our situation. God has so wired little guys that they tend to look up to their dads. Let's protect that capital.
When we ignore, lie to, make unreasonable demands on, and/or model inconsistent behaviors before our children we allow our paternal nest-egg to be diminished. Far too often the reason the four-year-old, who thinks "there is no one like my dad," becomes the fourteen-year-old, who thinks "there is no one as lame as my dad," is because we convince them. We waste our capital.
When we ignore, lie to, make unreasonable demands on, and/or model inconsistent behaviors before our children we allow our paternal nest-egg to be diminished. Far too often the reason the four-year-old, who thinks "there is no one like my dad," becomes the fourteen-year-old, who thinks "there is no one as lame as my dad," is because we convince them. We waste our capital.
Fathers of youngsters, start now. Hold on to that "The Man" position. Sure, you aren't the strongest, fastest, smartest, or funniest, but you are the best dad your child has. Maximize that privileged position.
Dad, if the shine has worn off of your "Best Dad" medal, don't despair. There is hope. Begin now to rebuild that platform. Start by sitting down and asking your child to forgive you. Hard, but it is the best way to start.
It's STTA.
Having the wheels properly aligned on anything that rolls--from cars that tend to dive for the ditch, to trailers (like the picture) that wear our tires on one side, to grocery carts that go "whappity, whappity, whappity"-- is incredibly important. A friend of mine just invested a pretty good chunk of money in getting the front end of his car lined up. It's money well-spent. The wheel needs to be going the same direction as the rest of the vehicle. Any deviation will produce excessive wear, or worse, disaster.
graduates to line up. It's a far more difficult task to get a graduate in line. Unlike servicing an automobile, there are no computer assisted people-alignment units, and the task is not done by a specialist. While there are counselors, coaches, and people like me, who seek to give guidance, in the human realm it is an amateur who is wielding the wrench. Each of us has to 
make the adjustment on himself. And especially for people like graduates, who are going on to something new (and isn't really true about all of us?), that means we are getting oriented to something we've never seen before.
He emerged with Tuberculosis, and failing eyesight that soon led to total blindness. It is almost certain that Uncle Mc
Operations across the Beach their brother had helped secure. If they had known, and been able, they likely could have gotten to their brother's grave in an hour or two. Until a year ago, when my brother, some of his family, and I visited Uncle Hugh Allen's grave, that was as near as any family had ever been.
offensive that Sergeant Hugh A. Merrell died. Less than a week later, General Roosevelt died from a heart attack. He, Uncle Hugh Allen, and 9,385 others, are buried in the Normandy American Cemetery above Omaha Beach. Another 1,557, who died, but whose remains were not recovered, are also memorialized there.