Knock, Knock, Jokes
Our children couldn’t be more
different if you had planned it that way. Ariel, is dark-haired,
dark complected. Autumn, is fair-skinned with beautiful
reddish-blonde hair that frames her face in big, rolling curls.
Autumn indignantly responded, “I’m
not free, I’m four!”
We all shared a good laugh.
Up until she was about six,
Autumn’s favorite joke was one that her sister taught her, it went
like this,
“Knock, knock?”
“Who’s there?”
“Banana.”
“Banana who?”
“Knock, knock?”
“Who’s there?”
“Banana.”
“Banana who?”
“Knock, knock?”
“Who’s there?”
“Banana.”
“Banana who?”
“Knock, knock?”
“Who’s there?”
“Orange.”
“Orange who?”
“Orange you glad I didn’t say
banana!?”
We laughed….at least the first
half-dozen times we heard it. Something tells me that when she is
closer to forty than she is to four, that joke will come up again at
the dinner table and we will all have another good laugh.
Ariel is our oldest. As much as
Autumn wishes differently, Ariel always will be the oldest. She has
had her moments as well. I can remember when she was about five. We
were sitting in the evening service at the church where we were the
youth pastors. Ariel was coloring on a picture while sitting in my
lap. Then she stopped for a moment and studied the pastor for a long
while, with a curious expression on her little, round face. Her eyes
traced the microphone cord from its outlet on the platform to the
back of the pastor’s buttoned suit jacket. She squinted at the
lapel mic, connected to his tie for a moment and then retraced the
cord with her eyes back to its origin. With one of her tiny hands,
she reached up and pulled down on my neck. Then she moved toward me
slowly, her eyes still on the pastor as she whispered into my ear,
“How does he get that cord out
of his bottom?”
I can’t recall the pastor’s
message that night. However, I can remember what Ariel was coloring
a picture of.
I can remember because, like
Autumn’s favorite joke, Ariel drew the same picture for about three
years. It was a picture of a home with a Mom, Dad, and two girls.
There was always smoke coming out of the chimney on the house, a blue
sky with a “smiley-faced” sun in one corner and a rainbow in the
other. I asked her once why she always drew pictures like that, and
she responded matter-of-factly, “Because those are the kind of days
I like!”
That’s really not bad theology.
“…whatever is
lovely…think about such things.” – Phil. 4:8
I learned something from a friend
of mine when I was a young Dad. I have used this bedtime
conversation many times with my children as they have grown. They
complain of the repetition sometimes, but not always, and never very
strongly. It goes like this:
“Autumn (or Ariel) do you know
what?”
“What Dad?”
“If I could choose from all the
girls in the whole wide world…”
“Yes, Daddy?”
“I mean all the little girls in
the United States, and all the girls in Africa, and all the girls in
South America and Japan and China, and all the little girls in every
country and city and state in all the world…do you know what?”
“No Daddy, What?”
“If I could choose from all of
those little girls, who would be the big sister, (or little sister)
in our family, …do you know who I would choose?”
Now, the very first time they both
shook their head. In the 748 times since then, there has become a
bit less suspense to this line of questioning, but I still think that
they enjoy hearing me say, “I WOULD CHOOSE YOU!!!”
Usually this is followed by some
laughter, a few kisses on the cheek and the “tucking in” process.
My heart is warmed by this
wonderful memory, but even more so by the memory of them doing the
exercise with me, “Daddy, if I could choose from all the Daddys in
the world…”
There comes between us during this
event, an understanding of the many times we have failed in our
efforts to love each other to the best of our abilities. They know
that I have failed them at times as a Father. There have been times
that they know that they have also fallen short in their efforts to
obey their parents. But after these kinds of moments together, it is
almost as if we begin anew with each other. At that exact moment,
all is forgiven and tomorrow is another day. I need that as much as
they do. In fact without question, there have been times when they
have been the teacher, and I the student. In between “knock,
knock” jokes and crayola drawings I have learned a lot from these
two.
We were walking alone together,
Ariel and I. I was sort of “tight-rope” walking the curb around
our block and she was coming up behind me. She was having a hard
time and could only manage a step or two and then she would lose her
balance and she would have to step off, get her footing and then get
back on again. I was breaking the news to her about our upcoming
move to a new church. It would be hard for her. A great deal of
uncertainty hid in my heart as well. We had been with the same
pastor for all of her life except the first few months. The pastor’s
family had a little boy that she had been best friends with the whole
time. She was only a couple months older than him. We were
discussing the leaving of that comfort zone while we walked.
Finally, I stepped down beside her and grabbed hold of her left hand
and held it tight in mine, steadying her. A great, big smile came to
her face as she walked the curbing with confidence now. It was such
a wonderfully contagious smile that it flew over and landed on my
face as well. We walked together hand in hand and then I stopped and
turned to her, “It’s a lot easier to walk when Daddy holds your
hand isn’t it?”
I barely had the words out of my
mouth when I realized that the Lord was talking to me through this
same sentiment. I picked her up, tears in my eyes and tossed her
high in the air. (I can’t do that anymore, at least not so high).
We hugged, finished our tour around the block and walked into the
house.
Thank you Lord for
a family that mirrors who you are back to me in a way that I can
understand. You know that each one, from the Mommy to the “little
sissy” are exactly who I needed that I might become the Daddy and
the husband that they also needed…
