Dads are not moms.

Recently, I came across this image:
And it was cute.  A little alarming, but cute.  And so I read their story.  {Snynopsis: Bud and Temple's crazy ass dad let them travel alone via horse from Frederick, OK to NYC to greet Teddy Roosevelt upon his return from Africa.  Once there they were celebrated and allowed to ride behind Teddy in a ticker tape parade.  Wha???  To get home, they purchased a Brush motor car and the two of them drove it home and had their horse shipped.  Wha?? Wha??  They were 6 and 10.  And this is not their only adventure.  Seriously, google them.}

 And all I thought is:

Dads are not moms.

Bud and Temple's story is absolutely riveting to me.  Partly because it is so unknown {shouldn't this have been a movie by now??} and partly because it makes my mommy brain scream: DANGER! DANGER!

But you know what?  These boys had a happy ending.  Both survived their many cross country journeys and grew up to be professional men who lived long lives.  They were probably the most interesting people, three counties wide.

It made me wonder if, even if it were still 1910, would I have let my boys do this?  The answer is: hands down, don't even ask, NO.  Am I a bad mother because of this?  I don't think so.  But whoa did it make me think. And what I thought is this...

I am so thankful that the gentleman below is the father of my children.

Because he is not a mom.  I love his adventurous side.  Somewhere, long ago, I became fearful of mine and when he digs it up in me, it is one of my favorite things.  As a mom, I appreciate that he encourages us all to step out of our comfort zone. I love that when Paley knows he is there and encouraging her she will try anything.  And so will I.

In the House of Thorns, I will always be the voice of worried reason and what-ifs.  I don't always love that about myself but this life is too precious for me to risk.  Thank goodness for this handsome who man reminds me that living a life with no risks whatsoever is not so much a life well lived.

So I will keep being a mom.  Loving, nervous, and many times the naysayer.  And he can happily keep being the dad that he is. And we will dare life in our own little way and pray that the Lord helps us raise the most adventurous, curious, successful, and interesting kids, three counties wide.

1 comment:

brown-eyed girl said...

This was so interesting!!! I am totally making my boys do a report on this next summer & maybe drive up there to the museum!