Patient Father

It’s interesting who you meet along life’s journey. I know a father that has a bunch of kids. I’m not exactly sure how many, but a bunch is a lot. He is the most patient father I’ve ever seen.

He isn’t real strong on discipline, at least by my standards. His kids do anything they want. He tells them that if they don’t straighten up, he will punish them, but that doesn’t seem to slow them down. There are some that behave pretty good, sometime, but even they don’t always take his advice and guidance. I just don’t see how he does it. I’d be tempted to take a big stick and see if I could get their attention, but not him. And, he is not even trying to be politically correct by not wacking them. That’s just the way he feels.

He feels if he loves them enough, they will love him back. As far as I have seen, the only time they love him back is when they are in trouble or want something. He does help them when they get in over their heads, but I have to give it him, he doesn’t spoil them with gifts. He told me, one time he gave them the most precious gift he had, but most of them still ignore him.

Kids!  What are you going to do with them? His ways seem very strange to me, but I am strange. His patience never runs out. Surely one of these days he’ll finally get fed up and let go on all of them. I’d guess they will all try to run off and hide under a mountain when he does. Something tells me that when his patience runs out, everybody better run.

PMO
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