This is Humpty Dumpty. Everyone say "Hi, Humpty Dumpty."
He resides on a stone wall in my neighborhood and maintains
quite the wardrobe that he likes to change between. Just a couple of weeks ago, he was dressed as
Pikachu because his home is a big Pokestop for Pokemon Go. (Oh man, how this blog has degenerated now if I'm
mentioning Pokemon Go.) Anyway, Ellie
and I were out for a walk today and wandered by Humpty's abode to find him
ready for the Royals stretch run. Apparently,
he even has some new friends joining him for the rest of the season. As we wandered on by, I found myself
seriously thinking about some stuff.
Those that know me well know that it is very much a rarity that I'm
thinking seriously.
I found myself contemplating how over the past three years,
a simple baseball team has really pulled an entire city into a level of fandom
not known in quite some time. Going from
a 90 loss team to World Series Champions in four years will really do that
though. This isn't a blog post about the
Royals though in terms of baseball even though I'm a huge fan. It's more about the attitude towards life
that the team represents and how I would love to see my daughter grow to
embrace a similar outlook. For those
that may be unenlightened, the Royals have developed this reputation for
achieving the unlikely due to an unwillingness to quit, belief in themselves,
smart decision making and more often than not, luck. As a dad wanting to raise my daughter to be a
moderately successful person, these are traits that I'd love to see her
personify. Not on the baseball field, but
in life. But you know, if she wants to
be the first woman to play professional baseball, that's ok with me. Go Ellie, Go!
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Even at her young age, I already see a stubborness/bullheaded nature in my daughter that will serve her well as she grows. While it will drive me nuts, and already does, at times, I'm proud of her for showing. She is bound and determined to build up strength in her neck, even to the point where she hates to lay down now and wants to be sitting upright on my lap if she's awake. Even as I watch her head wobble about, careful not to let her hurt herself, I see the determination on her face as well as the excitement in her eyes whenever she succeeds. I don't know what exactly Ellie realizes at this stage of her life but I really hope that she's learning that if she works hard, that she can achieve whatever goal she sets her mind to.
As she grows older, hopefully the other two goals I have for
her will begin to manifest themselves. I
already have a strong belief that she will be much smarter in a book sense than
I am. At least, I keep telling myself
that and I hope that's true for her sake.
What I'm more wanting to see is that she is wise with the opportunities
that present themselves to her and that she will make good choices and not find
herself led down a road to ruin. And for
luck. Well, sometimes you just need a
little bit of luck in order to succeed.
The Royals even needed to adopt a seemingly lucky Praying Mantis in
order to turn around their season.
Whether it's winning a fantasy football championship (pretty sure my
season's already over if anyone cares), or getting that dream job, luck's a bit
important. If for no other reason, it
helps you believe in yourself a little more.
Even more so, knowing that God already has an awesome plan for her life
mapped out and I can't wait to see what it will be. Check Jeremiah 29:11.
And there's the end to a sort of serious blog post. Who knew that something like that was even
remotely possible for me? And all of this is written and published for teenage, rebellious Ellie to throw back in my face someday. I feel the
urge to compensate for this seriousness in the only way I know how.
Also, for those wondering, I still believe the Royals will make the Postseason again this year. Please don't mock me too incessantly if it doesn't occur. #DaddyWrite
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