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Boys in Trees

Wake up. Jump out of Bed. Get the water started for coffee. Check news, posts, emails, quick programming work. Try to study a little. Catch up with the boy. Wake the mini’s up, make breakfast. Pack lunches (including the cooler to take to the gym for the day). Make a shake. Make sure I know where I’m supposed to be in the next hour. Double check with Kels to make sure I’m not missing anything. Make some last minute adjustments to my schedule (because I talked to Kels and realized I had either missed something, double booked something, or forgot to schedule something). Hit the road to make the drop off rounds. Next stop is the gym, get classes going, do some one on one with our PT clients, or workout (hopefully with Kels, if I’m lucky and she’s not on shift). Kels is my wife and partner, and pretty much everything, without her I’d be a dumb version of Matt Damon on Mars – I wouldn’t survive doing this all alone, especially if all I had to feed the kids was Martian potatoes.

By the time we’re done with the afternoon work - it’s time to round up the mini’s. Then back to the Gym to finish up classes. After that it’s dinner and teddy bear night night time. Or, I work a twelve-hour night shift at a small ER in a rural Hospital. Rinse, Recycle, Repeat.


"Being a role model is the most powerful form of educating. Too often fathers neglect it because they get so caught up in making a living they forget to make a life."-- John Wooden


Jeez, I have to take a deep breath just writing it all out. That doesn’t include writing blogs, newsletters, working on my novels. Cramming soccer, football, family inappropriate game night, date night, getting outside and hiking, biking, running, Rom Wod and chill, Netflix and Chill, maybe just some extra chill-because it’s rad. I’m pretty sure most people can resonate with this type of schedule, am I right?

So, to switch it up - about every other week, we don’t do anything. Kels and I make the whole day about each other and the minis, and I do as much staring at all of them as I possibly can. In fact, that happens to be the only parenting advice I ever give. Take the time to stare at your family. NO, don’t be creepy stare hard, just watch them. Enjoy the moment. Remember what they look like, what their facial expressions are, what they’re wearing, what their laugh sounds like, and how their voices change. Every detail that you can – Because if you do your job right, at some point they’ll be gone, and you’ll wish you had more to remember.


“If you bungle raising your children, I don’t think whatever else you do matters very much.” —Jackie Kennedy


It’s easy to caught up in trying to stay busy. It’s easy to use the excuse that you’re just trying to provide a better life. Maybe a better life is enjoying the one you have right in front of you. I remember one time, when my boys were small. I didn’t have two pennies to rub together. I needed gas to get to work, and I looked in my wallet at this two dollar bill I’d been saving. Right next to it was the pictures of my boys, they were hip heighth (that’s dad speak for elementary school age), hanging on branches from a birth tree, rag head hair, blue sparkling eyes, smiles as big the branches they were climbing on. Why the Hell did I care about a two dollar bill? Put it in the gas tank, went to work, took that picture out like three times – Three boys hanging out in a tree, best money that I’ve ever had in my wallet.


"A father carries pictures where his money used to be."-- Anonymous


What are you doing today? Whatever it consists of, I hope you get to stare at your loved ones.

Make a face, make ‘em laugh at how dorky you are, remember what that looks and sounds like, and live happy.

Hard Times Make Hard People. Live Uncommon.



  • June 15, 2018
  • Ben Seims
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