On this day, 17 years ago, in the freezing cold and snow of Denton, Texas (hey, look it up! It snowed that day!) the main reason I am the man I am today and not still the aimless spoiled child I was back then was born. Our son, Johnnie Edward Miller, II, was born in the very small hours of the morning.
I still remember that day vividly. I had just landed a new job, the best I had ever had, working for a new computer superstore in Dallas. I had completed my 2 week training, and the 27th was supposed to be my first day at work. That morning at around 3 am, Brandy was in a hyper mood. She literally was bouncing on the bed exclaiming "I want to play!". I groaned and reminded her I had to sleep because I was starting work tomorrow. Eventually, not finding any entertainment she wandered off. The next thing I know, I'm being awakened and told that her water broke and in no uncertain terms (I asked if it could wait...I'm not proud of that!) that is was time and we were leaving.
At one point I was able to let the new job know what the situation was, and they sent a very nice flower arrangement and a teddy bear. First time I ever had an employer actually seem to care about me. I did eventually get to work later in the week, but not as the same young man that had no clue what he was doing. No, I went as a young man who was now a father...and still had no clue what he was doing.
Along the way, though, God has taught me how to be a Father...and often times using my son as his hand in doing so. I feel that I've been taught so much more than I have taught Eddie. I have no clue how he has become the confident, thoughtful, respectful and deeply faithful young man he is...especially having me as his father. I have failed him so many times as a parent, and yet he remains a loving and humble child of God. When our world falls apart, as it does frequently, he is the one who has the calm level head and faith that God will see us through.
He also is very handy to have in a firefight...at least in video games. I think I get the most enjoyment playing them when he's playing along side of me. (Except when he makes it his mission to hunt me down and kill me in minecraft, of course.) He's a piece of me that helps complete the puzzle of the man that God wants me to be, and I am so thankful to God for being blessed with him.
He's one of a kind, and we wouldn't want him any other way.
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