I reflect on a Christmas when I was five. As I have written, it was a different time, and no doubt most of us Kids would have been swept up in a bin and given to Child Protective Services to care for if we were caught roaming ‘free range’ today as we did then.
We had freedom to go into a patch of trees, to visit Miller’s Pond, catch frogs, we even ventured over the edge of a ravine into Mill canyon, and there we found 8 inch trout, (or smaller) that we attempted to catch. Most kids could ride a bike at four, and under the Christmas tree was a new Bike that year for me. I was plenty excited, but sick with the mumps, many of my friends were.
I remember sitting on the couch in Pajamas, fat cheeks, and holding a glass of SEVEN-UP, I remember so clearly the ICE, and the bubbles and how soothing it was on a soar throat. A kid remembers getting a new SCHWINN bike, especially if he’s feeling too sick to ride it. But on that night, I lay in bed and imagined all the places I’d visit on that bike. And in those days we could!
So many things have changed, and by my measure most kids today have more toys on their fourth birthday than we’ll have all our lives. It’s all so true unless we DIYers count our tools and hobby projects, the things we bought to learn about, the stuff we had to have.
But I refect on the day, and think there’s really only two groups of people on earth.. Those who have all the answers, and those who know there is a greater power than ourselves. And this second group… they know there’s only so much men can know.
It’s a day to thank God, and our wives for all the things we have… our wives… so many of their friends would have left a DIYer for a man content to sit in a chair at the fireside and discuss their day, or go shopping with them and hold all their packages, and of course most important, to bring only unsoiled clothes to the laundry bin.
We are rich beyond the imagination of most men on earth!