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I popped into our newly renovated Starbucks this afternoon to pick up a shot of caffeine. I just read the note on the side of the cup, and thought I would share it with you.

The Way I See It #198

You can shower a child with presents or money, but what do they really mean, compared to the most valuable gift of all – your time? Vacations and special events are nice, but so often the best moments are the spontaneous ones. Being there. Every moment you spend with your child could be the one that really matters.

~~Tim Russert

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I saw true fear last night in the eye’s of a mother.

Nick and I were at the playground trying out the “Big-Boy Swing” when I saw two little children run out of a back alley and down the sidewalk. I’ve never been particularly good at guessing the ages of children, but it struck me that these kids were way too little to be out on their own. I watched them for a few seconds and then they went back the way that they had come from.

As Nick and I played the boys came back once more. They made quite an impression on me. They were too small to be out running around in my opinion, especially up against a busy road. There was no parent nearby. I contemplated whether I should walk across the park and tell them to go home, then decided against it. They ran away again.

About 10 minutes later I saw a little girl (maybe 10?) running around on that side of the street. She ran across the park and asked me if I had seen two little boys. My heart sank. I told her that I had seen them, and the direction that they had run.

Nick and I left the park, and as I buckled him into his car seat I saw the mother looking around. I told her I was driving in the direction that she was looking, and asked her for her phone number in case I found the boys. She told me that she was going to be phoning the police for help, and gave me her address. She was obviously upset.

The good news: The boys were found. But it raised a few questions in my mind. Should I have talked to the boys? Should I have told them not to play there, or taken them home?

I pray that if Nick were ever lost that a kind stranger would rescue them. At the same time, I would be upset if some stranger walked up to them while they were playing in front of my house (remember, I didn’t know if the kids were right outside their house, or miles away from home).

I’d like to ask you: What would you have done? Left the boys alone? Talked to them? Called the police? Where do you draw the line when it comes to talking to other people’s children? What if they hadn’t been playing on the street, but instead running around in the mall, or hitting someone at the playground?

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It continues to amaze me just how fast my boy is growing. He’s learning all of these new things: most of them really good, some of them not so much.

The latest “not so much” trick involves clothing. Yes, he has started to take it off by himself. Don’t get me wrong, he hasn’t started stripping in public or anything that serious yet, but more and more in the evenings the clothes are coming off.

It starts off innocently enough – with the socks. “Hey, I can relate”, I think to myself, “sometimes I like to take off my socks and go barefoot or put on slippers in the evening.” So, the socks come off. Then the pants started to disappear. “Well, it is summer. He’s wearing long pants, and he’s probably hot.”

Last week though, things came to a head. First the socks came off. Then the pants. Then, he started fiddling with the sticky tabs on his diaper. Before I could get to him, the diaper was on the ground. No more than two seconds could have passed before I got to him… but it was enough time for him to say, “Daddy, I PEEEED!”

I assume that he had intended to go to the potty (we are letting him use it occasionally, as a way to get him comfortable with it). But, maybe he waited too long, or didn’t really understand the process. Either way, he was wet. And so was the couch. No real problem; I bought a truckload of SpotShot this spring, so the couch was easy to clean up. Mommy took care of the boy and found him a new diaper and some new pants.

I know many of you can relate 🙂

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