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Our Story Begins: The Two-Way Street


Our Story Begins:
The Two-Way Street

I found a cache of photos I thought didn’t exist the other night.

This wasn’t a simple walk down memory lane, though, it was a quest for something missing.

For their birthday, I had given my twin sons a new computer, something sorely lacking in the home and a necessity for them for school. I just had to scrimp and save a bit to make it happen. It’s immensely faster for them but a few things went a bit haywire.

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First: “Dad, there’s no CD-ROM drive on the new computer!” We fixed that with an old external drive I own.

Second: “My instillation disc is missing!”

That one was the quest. My son, who loves to make animated movies with a stop-motion camera, had all that software installed on the old computer. Now he couldn’t find it. In the process, we found a CD-ROM buried in a cranny of my desk.

“Why is there a disc from Target,” my son asked?

When we put the disc in the drive on my computer we found a treasure trove of photos from when the kids were just tiny little things.

I’ll be honest, it was a welcome respite from the search.

I work in television news and as I write this we are in the first days of what is called a “ratings sweep,” when the stations check to see how many of you are watching TV out there. It’s a big surge and I end up working lots of hours.

So add that to the craziness of being a single Dad. I came home, late, exhausted every night.


Then one of those little guys up there asked me for help.  He needed an “audition tape” for the school’s news site. It’s 11:30pm, I get up in less than 6 hours, and I’m editing his audition for him. He never really asks for anything, so how do I say no?

The next day . . . a Sadie Hawkins dance has come up. There are forms to fill out, community service requirements I didn’t know we had and then…more forms to fill out. Of course, all this requires some sort of monetary advancement as well.

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That leads us back to the moment we found that series of photos. I think they’re from a failed attempt at a Christmas card, but I have no idea.

Little Ones

I suppose we all tend to think of our kids like those little people up there. When their Mom passed away I started to cook, do laundry, and grouse constantly at how I’m cleaning and they’re not helping. I never think twice about the things we need to do or going to the park even when I’m tired. As a parent we just do them. That’s what made what happens next so extraordinary.


Yep. Toast happened.

I came in the door after my 5:30am run this morning to see my sons had made my normal morning routine for me: coffee and toast.
“We put some honey on it for you,” they informed me. They’d seen me do it before.
I write for a living so it isn’t often I’m speechless. I suddenly realized that as much as I worry and do what I can to make sure their lives are as normal as I can make them . . . they do the same thing. They saw me stressed out from the weeks and did one thing to make my morning better.

It was the best thing ever.

That. . . and somehow I realized that they weren’t those tiny little creatures any more.  Somehow, without my realizing it, they turned into these people:


What about you? Do you get so caught up in the everyday you miss the growth your kids are experiencing?

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