Thoughts From Mt. Crumpit

One day I awoke feeling as though I was high atop Mount Crumpit. I stared down from my cave with a sour, Grinchy frown. My shoes tightened around my toes as I stood in the snow hating what I saw below; my daughters are growing up too fast

Megan and Emily haven’t quite reached ten, yet they’re turning into young ladies before my eyes. The very thought of this made me turn green. My eyes started to yellow, my pupils turned red. I growled, my new grinch fingers nervously drumming, “I must stop this whole thing! I must stop them from growing, but how?”

Santa, the Tooth Fairy, and the Easter Bunny have all been exposed. After only a few years of playing significant roles in the fantasy that is childhood, their runs are nearly over. I can’t protect them from disappointment. I can’t shield them from truth. The magic has passed.

“Now that they’re growing I know just what they’ll do,” I snarled with a sneer.
“They’ll stop believing in castles…
They’ll question their prayers…
They’ll stress over clothes….over makeup…and hair…
They’ll worry about grades, their future, and all the boys BOYS BOYS BOYS!”

After puzzling and puzzling ’till my puzzler was sore, I thought of something I hadn’t before…

Though no one quite knows the reason…
my heart for my girls grows with each season…

It’s nobody’s fault and there’s no one to blame…
they’ll grow, and they’ll grow, and they’ll grow just the same…

No reason to be sad, sour, or sore…
as great as they are, they’ll become so much more…

And what happened then…? Well…I can honestly tell you…
I gained the strength of TEN DADDYS…plus two!

I love you Emily and Megan. Slow down if you can.

  • Very sweet. And I totally understand.

  • Just know that one day they won’t just be your daughters, they will be grown women and your FRIENDS too…even a bigger blessing than just little girls, if you can imagine. 😉

  • One of the things my mom has told me many times, is that while she treasured the times when I was a child, The older I got, the more fun to be with I got. I’m beginning to see what she means. Although there have been enough bumps with a 13 year old to know that the future is going to be, how shall we say, interesting.
    Each day, each age, is a new experience. I try to treasure them all, because you never know what’s around the bend. Good job my friend!

  • Kristi Johnson

    That was one of the sweetest things ever! Thank you for sharing your experiences with us. It is always so insightful!

  • Having two girls of my own (ages 18 and 19), I totally hear ya’. It’ll all turn out okay, with lots of prayer. :))

    Merry Christmas to you and yours,

    ~Brenda

  • Roxanne

    LOVE IT!!!

  • As a mother of five girls (and two boys)–the youngest being 19 1/2 years old–I will say they grow up fast. My encouragement to you is to stay strong in prayer and believe God will work all things out for the good with your girls.

  • Jill Burch

    being a father is the most important job you will have ever done in life! Parenting is bittersweet! Beautifully written Curt, as always! xoxoxo