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“Wish I Would Have Spent More Time at the Office” ???

The title of this article reflects a death bed confession that, I argue, has never been uttered. No matter how wonderful or financially lucrative a position of employment may be, there is not a mother or father in their right mind who has gone to their grave wishing they had spent more time at the office, as opposed to spending more time with their children.

That stated, the editors at the New York Times seem convinced that being a parent—specifically being a mother—is detrimental to one’s career and mental health. In their Wednesday, June 25 edition the NYT published, “Motherhood Should Come With a Warning Label.” It was a dispiriting piece presenting motherhood in a purposefully dismal manner.

Not that I read the New York Times; I was motivated to examine at the article after learning about it via Focus on the Family’s Daily Citizen blog. Upon doing so, I was reminded of a conversation my brother and I had with our dad a couple weeks before he died of cancer. In a very rare moment, he let down his guard of vulnerability and shared straight from his heart. “I was wrong,” he said. “While I was doing deals, and making sales, and putting money in the bank and bread on the table, I never realized the most important thing was right in front of me.”

As he spoke those words, he extended his hands and forearms towards us, looking at me, then my brother, emphasizing that the two of us were the important things he missed. His confession immediately forced me to drop the hatchet for a multitude of (mostly trivial) things I had held against him.

It was a beautiful moment, occurring over thirty years ago, but I recall the scene like it was yesterday because Dad’s admission radically changed the course of my young family, as I will explain.

Getting back to the NYT progressive propaganda piece. In their view, stay-at-home moms experience a “motherhood penalty.” That term refers to the financial hit associated with trading the office for diaper duty and carpool lanes. And, according to the article, the penalty extends farther than just finances. They contend full-time mothers are disrespected, underappreciated victims who are subsequently subject to mental health maladies.

Let’s be real. There is no doubt all mothers (and, if I may add, all fathers too) have endured moments or even seasons of feeling stressed in a multitude of directions. Children can be difficult, demanding, exhausting and even just plain brats. I remember a time while raising our four kids where I experienced a revelation regarding Romans 3:23 which states, “…all have sinned and fallen short of the glory of God.” My children were living proof that scripture was indeed correct!

But there is another Bible verse that is even more important in this discussion. The only Commandment with a promise declares, “Honor your father and your mother, so that your days may be prolonged on the land which the Lord your God gives you” (Exodus 20:12). The command is clear: honoring our parents results in a special quality of life. And, if I may, that command and promise should motivate we parents to live our lives before our children in a manner that is honorable.

Now about my pride and joy. Upon discovering she was pregnant, my wife made it very clear that despite a masters degree and a great career, she was staying at home with our child, and I would be responsible to bring home the bacon. We didn’t even bother doing the math. Heck, we fell in love at the age of eighteen, married just out of college, and were now thrilled that a child was on the way. Several years later we decided to add to our family via adoption. My wife continued to stay at home as we added two more little mouths to our tribe.

By this time, I was doing a program at the CBS-TV station in San Francisco called, “Brian’s Kids.” It was a weekly feature segment on the news highlighting a foster child who was eligible for adoption. Over the course of ten years, we assisted in the adoption of over 400 children. I came home one day telling my wife about this five-year-old named Josh. “You’ve got to meet this kid! We have to adopt him!” My sentiments were echoed by my oldest son who was with me when we were filming our segment with Josh.

To make a long story short, our family did meet Josh, and everyone loved him. But my wife had some valid concerns. “You leave the house for work sometimes as early as noon,” she said. “And you’re never home before midnight because you’re on the Eleven O’Clock News. I help with homework, fix dinner, and then put these kids to bed. If we’re going to add another child to this family—”

And then she dropped hammer.

“… you need to find a job that is more family friendly.”

Gulp. Mind you, this was back when local TV news paid big bucks.

I was instantly reminded of the conversation with my dad.

We wanted Josh, and Josh wanted us. My decision was probably as easy as the one my wife made when we discovered she was pregnant. I quit my job to assist my wife in being the best mom she could possibly be to our children. In due time, I received a job offer that was much better for the family schedule, and a heckuva lot of fun too: my own talk radio show on America’s first all-conservative station: KSFO in San Francisco.

All these many years later, my wife and I are blessed with adult children who recollect having wonderful years at home with a mom who was totally available for guidance, wisdom, and encouragement, 24/7; and a dad who was not unconditionally married to his career. The New York Times and its slogan, “All the news that’s fit for print,” is an out of touch dinosaur pushing ideals that have never stood the test of time.

To My Hilarious and Miraculous Son: HAPPY BIRTHDAY

Thirty-one-years-ago today, a baby was born in an ambulance in San Jose, California.
Upon arriving at the hospital, it was quickly noted the premature boy was addicted to cocaine. The infant spent the next many weeks an incubator, unable to receive the love and care that most babies are given.
The little one’s mother was taken into police custody; eventually the child was discharged from the hospital into his grandparents’ care.
However, no one at the hospital realized the grandparents, albeit quite kind, were homeless.
Some months later, the little baby was discovered by police, living with his grandparents in a dilapidated, abandoned house. I’ve read the police report. Fortunately little Joshua was unharmed.
The child was immediately placed into a foster care facility. He was moved around the foster system through his fifth birthday.
Fast forward to early 2000. I was working for the CBS-TV station in San Francisco, and, among other things, hosted a weekly program called, “Brian’s Kids.” Each Wednesday, on the Five O’clock News, we would feature a youngster living in foster care who needed a permanent family. Interestingly, over the course of ten-years we witnessed over 400 of our kids getting adopted.
That’s how I met this skinny, little, almost six-year-old, named Joshua. He was featured on our TV program.
That evening, after our afternoon taping session with Josh, I told my wife about this “amazing little guy that I think we should adopt.” My son, Sam (12), was with me for the recording session and totally agreed.
Two of our children came to us through adoption, so my wife and I were familiar with the process and the challenges. Eventually, after a family meeting we decided to have Josh over to the house for a visit with his county social worker.
When he came to our door, his curly hair was combed and slicked down, and he was wearing the best set of slightly oversized hand-me-down clothes his social worker was able to find. Upon inviting him inside our home, my wife and I suddenly and simultaneously left the entryway in different directions overcome with emotion; she to our bedroom and me to a bathroom. We were both a basket of merciful tears.
Joshua officially became a member of our family shortly thereafter. Our daughter—now his sister—prayed with him to receive Jesus as his personal savior a month after Josh turned six. He’s never veered from that conviction.
Josh is happily married to Ladina. They presently live in NYC where Josh is honing his comedy credentials.
Happy birthday, son. You bring much joy (and hilarity) to our lives.

Best Birthday Ever, 50 Years Ago Today

While I am grateful for being able to celebrate another year of life, the best birthday I ever experienced occurred fifty years ago today.

It was 1975. I was a freshman at the University of Missouri and wildly in love with a young woman attending nearby Stephens College. I came to “Mizzou” from a Chicago suburb where I went to high school; she hailed from Santa Cruz, California. We had developed a wonderful friendship which appeared to be ending as she was intent on not returning to Missouri for the next school year.

I had to do something to prove my love to her—something big time. And I did.

A few weeks earlier she and some girlfriends had traveled to Fort Lauderdale, Florida for Spring Break. I had no money or transportation to join her, but I didn’t let her know that wasn’t going to stop me.

My plan was to hitchhike 1,400 miles to meet her there. My dream was that she would see how in love I was with her and decide to return to Missouri for her sophomore year.

I packed a gym bag full of spare clothes and put up my thumb.

By the time I made it to Orlando (200 miles north of Fort Lauderdale), I was flat broke and had been escorted off the Interstate highway by law enforcement as no hitchhiking was allowed. That evening, I was desperate. I’m not proud of what happened next, but it did soon lead to something very good.

While attempting to steal a car in a hotel parking lot with the keys left in the ignition, I was surrounded by police.

After questioning me, one of the officers placed me in his car. I assumed I was headed to jail, but instead I drove with him all night long. He was an incredibly nice man of about thirty, who wanted to know my whole story. As we talked, he shared a lot of wisdom and even spiritual advice. Just before sunrise he treated me to a hearty breakfast and then drove me to the Greyhound Bus Station, where he purchased a ticket to Fort Lauderdale.

As I prepared to board, he used an old school slogan to encourage me: “Get the girl, Brian.”

I called her from a payphone upon arrival. She and her girlfriends drove to pick me up. Though I slept on the beach and showered in public bathrooms, we had a great time.

A couple weeks later it was April 3, and she prepared a picnic lunch for us. Midway through, she handed me a birthday card. I was near tears when I read, “…and I’ll be coming back for school next year! Love, Susie.”

We were married three years later.

I certainly got the girl, as well as four children and seven grandchildren.

And, I still wonder if the person who put me on that Greyhound was an angel in disguise.

“We created this”

It’s time to diverge from politics and the dismantling of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness that is simmering in the Democrats’ cauldron of Neo-Marxism…

My wife and I met when we were 18. While it was love at first sight for me, she was a bit more cautious. Thus, we were friends for about four months before becoming authentic teenage love birds. It was also through my wife’s example and encouragement that I placed my faith in Jesus as Messiah. We were married several years later; she was in graduate school and I was an overnight DJ on an AM radio station (KFRU) in Columbia, Missouri. We were financially on the ropes, but happy as any two people could be.

That was 46-years-ago.

This past week we invited three of our children (the fourth lives in Switzerland) and their kids to our post-apocalypse farm that we purchased in Nevada. We’ve been remodeling the home and improving the property for the past four years and they had never seen the place before. Now here’s the catch: it’s a relatively small home with three bedrooms. Now here’s the problem: there were going to be a total of seven adults and eight kids ranging from 6-months to 13 years. To accommodate everyone we literally pitched colorful pup-tents in the living room!

Within hours of our guests arrival the house was beginning to get thrashed, complete with handprints on the freshly painted walls, crumbs on the sofas, an end table tipped over, a lamp toppled on the floor, kids arguing over BB-guns and golf carts, crying babies and poopy diapers.

Rather than get pinched at everyone, my wife looked at me with a playful smile and said, “We created this.”

And I wouldn’t trade it for the world.

Thank you, Lord, for giving me much, much more than I deserve.

Back on KSFO !

“The World’s Greatest Radio Station,” has offered me another shot!

KSFO-San Francisco is home to some of the great conservative radio shows and there is very little time available for a new program.

However, beginning October 25, I will be on the air each Wednesday from 6pm-7pm. The show can also be heard online at ksfo.com.

I am so excited for the opportunity!

Many thanks to the KSFO management team.

For more details please view today’s video announcement:

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