Flawed

I am frequently reminded of how flawed I am.   That’s why I have young children!  Even when I do something dumb, they still think I’m the greatest dad in the world.

But all good things come to an end.  I crashed into a snow bank in our driveway this winter and broke the bumper of my car.  Starting a week ago, every time we entered the driveway from a biking excursion or visit to the park, Titus would ask, “What happened to your car, Daddy?”, and Sarah or I would respond, “It has an owie.” Titus would follow that answer with “How did it get an owie?”, and we’d end up explaining how Daddy isn’t really good at successfully navigating the driveway.

Disappointing my 3 ½ year old is hard, but isn’t impossible.  He’s a smart little kid, learning how to live in a world where everyone makes mistakes.  However, I almost returned my driver’s license to the DMV when Asher walked up to my car this weekend, stuck his little head right up next to the hole in my bumper and said, “Daddy, break!”

It’s rough being flawed…especially when your kids realize it, too!