True Confessions of a First Time Dad: My Son Plays The Drums On The Potty







One of the great poets and philosophers of our time, Gloria Estefan, once said:

Rhythm is gonna get you

Rhythm is gonna get you

Rhythm is gonna get you

The rhythm is gonna get you tonight

This may very well sum up my son perfectly. Since the moment he became aware that he had appendages Easton has been tapping, banging, slapping, and knocking on things to make sounds. He can listen to a song on the radio and within seconds will announce to me, “Daddy, hear da drums?” Fortunately, he doesn’t need much to feed his rhythmic addiction. Here are just a few examples of his need for beat.

  • He literally turns the kitchen upside down emptying our Tupperware draw to get the right tom sounds.
  • He uses empty oatmeal cans at Mimi and Papa’s house as his trap set, but soon realized he needed a seat to sit on so he quickly modified his set up to use a can as a throne.
  • He found that the empty cups they give you at Cracker Barrel for the kids milk are perfect sized drums. He turned them over, unwrapped the straws and went to town to the chagrin of the Cracker Barrel customers. That wasn’t enough though as he quickly realized the lids looked like cymbals. Soon I heard, “Daddy, cymbals!” This meant that I was now the cymbal holder and he was Alex Van Halen.
  • Whenever he eats, as he chews a bite will bang out a beat with the end of his fork.
  • He is mesmerized at the drummers and “Miss’r Kevin” in church. He dances and keeps a beat on me or Cherie as we hold him during worship.

My son is a drumming freak! Our good friend Mr. Don was kind enough to give him a used pair of drumsticks awhile back and you would have thought he gave him chocolate milk in a non-sippy cup he was so excited. Well those drumsticks have been used on pretty much everything which is exciting and horrifying if you are on the wrong end of one of those bad boys. But what took his obsession to a fever pitch has to be the other day when he needed to drum on the counter while he went potty.

To put it lightly, Easton is not the biggest fan of potty training. In fact, he will willingly ask for the changing table over the potty any day regardless of the “encouragement prize” offered. But the other morning, he decided that drumming while he pooped was cool. I can only tell you that it worked awesome! My fellow parents understand that any successful potty moment is amazing regardless of the methods needed. Here are a couple pictures just to see my man in action

. IMG_7352 IMG_7351 Although my son is awfully fond of the his drums I see a bigger and deeper thing at play in him even at two years old. I believe my little buddy is experience true worship. He is enjoying and loving the moment he is in and he is expressing that through tapping, through singing, through laughing, through giggling, and through any other way he can at his little age. Worship is more than just music though, it is about expressing your love and joy of God in all that you do. The Psalmists were brilliant at articulating this comprehensive worship experience.

It is good to praise the Lord and make music to your name,

It is good to praise the Lord

    and make music to your name, O Most High,

proclaiming your love in the morning

    and your faithfulness at night,

to the music of the ten-stringed lyre

    and the melody of the harp.

For you make me glad by your deeds, Lord;

    I sing for joy at what your hands have done.

How great are your works, Lord,

    how profound your thoughts!

– Psalm 92:1-5


Praise the Lord.

Praise God in his sanctuary;

    praise him in his mighty heavens.

Praise him for his acts of power;

    praise him for his surpassing greatness.

Praise him with the sounding of the trumpet,

    praise him with the harp and lyre,

praise him with timbrel and dancing,

    praise him with the strings and pipe,

praise him with the clash of cymbals,

    praise him with resounding cymbals.

Let everything that has breath praise the Lord.

Praise the Lord.

– Psalm 150:1-6

So do you hear the drums when you are worshiping? I don’t necessarily mean the actual drums, but the drum beat of God in your soul? Do you sense God stirring something in you as you wake up in the morning or when you are at work? Do you feel like God has designed you for something great? Does your spirit light up when you think about all He’s done for you and your family?

It’s time to start living your life by following the beat of a different Drummer.  God is waiting for you to believe that the life He has for you will dwarf anything you’ve ever experienced.  It won’t always be pretty and you will have problems, but there will be a purpose, passion, and meaning to it you’ve never thought possible.

As you become less and He becomes more your world takes on a whole new focus. You begin to realize all that you are and all that you have is because of Him and we begin to finally worship.

So grab a stick and start listening to God’s cadence for you life.  Believe me, your life will never be the same…in a good way.


True Confessions Of A First Time Dad: I’m Surviving Kindergarten..Kinda


There she went.

She marched right in the door, hung up her backpack, washed her hands and sat down to get to work.  No sign of a sniffle, no elongated hug, and not even a hint of leg clinging.  Part of me was proud and a bigger part of me was crushed that my sweet little girl was ok heading off into her next adventure.

My baby girl had entered the realm of big girl status as she became a kindergartener.

I nearly wet myself.

How did it happen?  This little miracle who was hooked up to oxygen and breathing machines as a newborn is now untethered and ready to tackle the world.  I sometimes don’t know what to think when I see her growing up.  I mean I know this is how the whole thing works and deep down I want her to grow up, but a big part of me also…doesn’t.

  • I want her to stay as my little Beeger and snuggle up with me when she wakes up in the morning.
  • I want her to have just a little trouble saying her “S’s”.
  • I want her to use big words she hears Cherie and I say and then ask later what they mean.
  • I want to be able to watch her sleep at night like I did when she was in the NICU so I can stroke her hair and tell her daddy loves her.
  • I want to help her tie her shoes so I feel like she still needs me.
  • I want lightning bugs to excite her and princesses to be cool.
  • I want her to ask me to dance with her and throw her up in the air again and again.
  • I want my little sweet girl to stay little….

But I know I can’t…I know she must grow…I know God has big plans for my little girl.

One day the world will know my little girl not because of who I am, but because of who God made her to be.  She will be a leader, a wife, a mother, but more importantly, I pray, that she loves Jesus.  My deepest desire is that she follows God’s grace-filled path all the days of her life and leans into the truth of His love.

Yet, there is something that has kicked me in the butt the past few days, weeks, and months.

What my baby girl knows about God starts with what she sees in me.

Does she see me say one thing on Sunday and act another way on Monday?  Is the Bible a book that gets dusted off once a year when grandma comes around or does she see me face down in it every morning when she wakes up?  Do we take her to church on Sunday so “mom and dad can have a break” or is church a place where she grows and learns about this God that loves her?  Does she see me living a kindergarten faith when I should have graduated into a higher level long ago?

To be honest it scares me to death, but I know that this is my greatest responsibility.  If I were to die with nothing to my name and with no one knowing me, but I raised children that loved Jesus then my life would be a success.  But if I were to live a life of worldly success and left with my children in the dark for their eternity I would be a failure.

Now, I’m not naive enough to think there won’t be bumps along the road as she gets older.  I know that she will not like me most days and that I will embarrass her.  I realize that she may want me to drop her off down the block so she won’t be seen with me.  I know that having a dad as a pastor won’t always be a “cool thing” to her, but without question she will know she is loved by me.  She will know that God loves her.  She will know that I can’t wait to see her grow into the woman of God she was destined to be.

I know God does the saving, but I need to be doing the exampling.

My prayer is simple yet powerful:

“God help my daughter see You in me today so that one day I might see You in her.”