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Rite of passage parenting: The wow factor
Dec17

Rite of passage parenting: The wow factor

The other day I got to babysit my grandson, Titus. It’s been a long time since we’ve had a young child running around our house. He is at the age where he can walk, but is not always confident that he’s doing it right. My life is taking a twist with this kid. I am beginning to see things once more through the eyes of a child, which does two things. First, it boils life down to its simplest form. A piece of string on the floor becomes...

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Rite of passage parenting: The begats
Dec09

Rite of passage parenting: The begats

As a child I attended an old country Baptist church called Six Mile Baptist Church. I guess it got that name because no matter where you lived, you had to drive six miles to get there. I believe it was one of the original Baptist churches because we used the original King James Version of the Bible. Our church loved Scripture memory. They took Psalm 119:11 seriously: “Thy word have I hid in mine heart, that I might not sin...

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Rite of passage parenting: The miracle
Dec02

Rite of passage parenting: The miracle

I shouldn’t be alive. I’m serious. As I was placing my grandson into his high-tech, tornado/nuclear proof car seat (you have to be a Ph.D. or under three years old to operate it, and I’m neither), I started thinking about the difference between the world I grew up in and his. If you’ve been reading my articles for any length of time, you know that thinking and I are a dangerous combination. I grew up in a generation that didn’t have...

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Rite of passage parenting: The challenge
Nov25

Rite of passage parenting: The challenge

A number of years ago, I got one of the first GPS (Global Positioning System) units that came out. It was amazing. I would fly into a strange town, rent a car, type in the address I needed, and up would pop a little map with a line showing the best way to reach my destination. My first GPS took a long time to find the satellites, and it would get me to the right county, but not always the right street. I read a newspaper article about...

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Rite of passage parenting: Hanger humps
Nov18

Rite of passage parenting: Hanger humps

My name is Walker, and I have hanger humps. I’ve been suffering from them for years. They are embarrassing, debilitating and downright awkward. I got up this morning as happy as could be. During the night, we had much-needed rain, and as I went outside to get the morning paper, I was greeted by the crisp air of fall. One of the things about living in Oklahoma is that we have distinct seasons. Our summers are sometimes unbearably hot,...

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