Hey Dad,
The story I’m about to share with you is weird---I mean Twilight Zone kind of weird. In fact, it might be better if you picture me wearing a black suit and tie as I describe it in a Rod Serling voice. So join me as we enter---the Twilight Zone. Na na na na---na na na na!!!

It was a night, like any other night. I was sleeping peacefully when something woke me---maybe it was a child’s cry, a dog’s bark, or maybe God just wanted to show me something important.

Rolling out of bed, I went to the dresser where I keep my glasses and felt around for the familiar frames. Finding them, I put them on, only to discover that I had placed my wife’s glasses on by mistake.

Everything was blurry at first, but as things came into focus, I became acutely aware that I was seeing life through my wife’s eyes, and it was freaky.

Drawn by some will other than my own, I began to walk around the house. I stepped into our garage that we are working on, and instead of seeing a simple project, I saw a huge, hideous beast that needs conquering.

“Is that how she sees it?” I wondered. But I already knew in my heart that it was.

I looked around the house and saw heaps of endless refuse.

I peered into the pantry and discovered a gaping cavern that can not be filled.

I ran upstairs and looked into each child’s room and saw sleeping monkeys capable of mischief and perpetual messes, who are constantly hungry.

Then a scary thought hit me---“How does she see me?”

With fear and trepidation (whatever that means), I crept towards a mirror and glanced in. I was aghast. Instead of my usual stud-like image, I saw a six-armed groping “thing” that is only kind when it “wants something.”

That’s all I could take so I quickly returned her glasses to the dresser and slipped back into bed.

Since then, I’ve thought a lot about that night with the glasses and realized (maybe for the first time) that my wife sees things very differently than I do. Things that seem like no big deal to me are overwhelming to her. It used to bother me that she makes such a big deal about them---but that was before I visited the Zone.

The bottom line is---your wife sees very differently than you do. That’s why she cries, gets frustrated, or overwhelmed when you wouldn’t.

So, Dad, learn from my story, or God just might take you to---The Twilight Zone.

PS – Check out this singing dad on utube. Several readers sent it to me. Turn up the volume, and go to http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SAiiU2nwyDI