What I Learned From “The Monster”

Dear Lewis,

You mom and I have begun calling you “The Monster.” You are everywhere, on everything, under everything, and you try to put everything in your mouth. We have an ankle weight on the trash can lid, that I’m sure you’ll be strong enough to lift in a week or two. We only use one outlet in the living room and we’ve had to build a fort of pillows, chairs and an ottoman to keep you from unplugging the computer.

Your mom worked so hard to make our living space feel like a comfortable home, taking great care in deciding where tea tins should go, where photos would look best, which counter space best facilitated the dish drainer. It was all in vain.

Now everything is stacked high, giving the illusion that people a foot taller than your mother and I live in the basement at grandma and grandpa’s. Whatever won’t go on a shelf we hide behind the couch, in cramped closets, under beds and in the dark corners of our home.

You find it all. Because you are a Monster.

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The Cost Of Being An Original: A Letter From Uncle Kevin


When your dad asked me to write you a letter I began to think of the things that I could share that would change your life. Well, at least make you laugh. I thought about teaching you that having a nice round belly doesn’t mean you’re fat – it means you get paid. (That’s one of the things I taught your dad, and teased your Aunt Melissa about non-stop since I don’t have a six-pack.)

There’s a lot of pressure in writing this letter to you. Your dad is a great writer. Your Papa David is a great writer. And these letters are filled with not just great writing, but great insights as well. So naturally, I began to feel inadequate. I began to feel pressure to write you a letter that is as good as your other letters, and written well (or good, I’m not sure which to use).

I mean really, I’m just me, and I can’t do some of the things that others do. I can only do things how I do them.

But that’s ok, actually – better than okay, because no one else can do me better than me.

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Wisdom Literature: Put Me in the Zoo

Dear Lewis,

Once upon a time there was a man who was rarely seen without a book in his hands. He loved all kinds of books. Classics, like The Brothers Karamazov. Epic fantasies like the Lord of the Rings. Books by spiritual giants such as C.S. Lewis, G.K. Chesterton and D.L. Moody.

Then, the goblin prince was born. The man who loved books was charged with becoming the goblin prince’s servant, caring for the prince night and day. For months the servant was unable to read the books he loved.

One day, while the man was scrubbing the prince’s dishes he felt a tug at his pants. The prince had brought his servant a present: a hardback book. Although it was small, brightly colored, and written by an unfamiliar author, the servant was grateful for the chance to read again.

So the servant escorted the goblin prince to the royal play mat, and then began reading Put Me in the Zoo, by Robert Lopshire.

The story would change the servant’s life forever.

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Raising A Dangerous Kid

Dear Lewis,

While we were on vacation you rolled over from your back to your stomach. Usually, babies first roll from their stomach to their back because it’s easier. But you did it the hard way first. You get that from your mom.

Today, though, you finally rolled over from your stomach onto your back. Your mom and I were both there to witness the event.

To be honest, it was terrifying.

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