Fathers & Sons is a two-volume set containing 48 readings. These books allow over a year of close fellowship between father and son, with the goal of leading sons toward Christian manhood. Taking serious issues seriously, yet promoting a joyful life of enjoying the pleasures of God, these books show how, when a young man makes decisions about the direction his life will take, the stakes are high.
Strengthens the faith and love of fathers and sons. Promotes Christian leadership and maturity in young men.
I know I’m not the only one who buys a book with the understanding that I won’t really use it for another six or seven years. I already have two books to read with my girls when they get a little older, and I bought them about two years ago. This is the first one I’ve found that I want Karl to read with the boys.
Do you know of some others books for fathers and sons?
Speaking of sons, I need to tell you what happened at the pool yesterday.
First of all, I made the mistake of not wearing my suit. The kids behaved so well on Monday and Tuesday that I thought I could get by without getting into the water on Wednesday. Benjamin was tired of swimming, and he didn’t have a lesson, so he wanted to just sit in the shade with me. Abbey and Noah, however, were dying to swim some more. They put on their suits, I greased them down with sunscreen, and then I said, “OK, I will give you a five-minute warning before it’s time for you to get out. Then, after five minutes, I will tell you it’s time to get out. And what are you going to do?”
“Get out!” they said together.
“Right,” I said, “Obey all the way, right away, and with a happy heart.”
After about an hour and a half, it was time to go. I gave the five-minute warning. Then, after five minutes, I said, “Okay, guys, it’s time to dry off.”
Abbey said, “Yes, ma’am,” and got out of the water.
Noah pretended like he didn’t hear me.
Now, we just had his hearing checked two weeks ago. His hearing is normal. I was shocked! I was just sure he had some sort of hearing deficiency. The doctor assured me my son’s hearing is fine.
“Does it seem to you like he doesn’t hear you?” he asked me.
“Yes, all the time,” I answered.
“He’s just practicing for the future women in his life. You know, his wife and his mother-in-law. I do the same thing…it cuts down on my headaches,” he laughed. And apparently no one has invented the hearing aid for Man Ears.
What he was telling me is that I have a discipline issue that I have to deal with.
Noah tested me yesterday.
After I told him to get out of the pool, and he pretended to not hear me, I repeated the directive. He still refused to make eye-contact with me and he hopped farther and farther away.
“I know you can hear me.”
Still nothing. Just a smirk.
I hate the smirk!
I decided to help Abbey and Hannah get ready to leave, all the while keeping an eye on Noah.
OH, I forgot to mention that he has not passed the swimming test. He can barely swim. Which is the same as saying, he can’t swim!
A few moments later I noticed that he had hopped to a level where his face is barely above the water.
I went to one of the lifeguards and said, “Do you see that little boy right there. He can’t swim. Will you get him out of the water before he drowns?”
After all, he is paid to jump in the water and get kids out. He is wearing a suit. (I’m not, remember? Otherwise I would have gotten him out myself). And he just stands on the side and says, “Hey, get out of the pool!”
Um, I tried that. It didn’t work.
So, he jumps in (FINALLY!) and takes my son to the edge of the pool and forces him out of the water.
Noah is absolutely shocked and embarrassed that the lifeguard had to get him out of the water. He walks around the pool to me with his head down the entire time.
Meanwhile, a couple of moms are standing beside me and want to know what’s going on.
“What happened? I mean, I don’t know you or anything; I’m just nosey. So, what’s going on?”
I explained that Noah refused to get out of the pool, so I sent the lifeguard in to get him out. He was getting too deep anyway.
“NO WAY! THAT IS AWESOME!”
“That’s a great idea.”
“You guys don’t have disobedient children do you?” I asked.
“Oh, no!” one mom said. “I don’t have one that’s strong-willed or one that throws temper tantrums. My babies are perfect angels.”
“And I don’t have one that talks back or that pretends to not hear me all the time,” said the other.
We laughed together. It reminded me of Amy’s post regarding “mommy wars” and how we moms need to encourage one another. Even those women I consider to be great moms have bad days dealing with disobedience. It’s part of the human condition. Why do we pretend like we don’t deal with it every day?
When we made it back home, Noah and I had a long talk over some scripture. Underneath that hard head and smirky smile, he really does have a soft heart.
It’s been forever since I’ve written anything about parenting, so I’ll share more about our talk tomorrow.