When they hide your briefcase, your keys, and your wallet…..
you know something’s waning.
You know then….that your hours have been long, your play sessions have been short, and your absence?…
it’s felt.
Yeah. When your kids try to keep you from work – by hiding your things….that’s when your soul gapes open.
That husband of mine left for the office yesterday morning with tear puddled eyes and a pulled heart muscle.
The new job suits his bent well, yes. And we knew the first few months of this gig was going to be a grind. And Mama’s and Daddy’s…. we can cope somewhat. But the kids? They just crack.
I know this now.
I know this now – after cry sessions, and cologne smelling, and acting out.
So sometimes…..when you see your children whittling because of your work…..you stop for a weekend time-out.
Even when the budget doesn’t give you permission. Even if there are 10,000 things on the move to-do list. Even when there’s no time for frilly fun…..
You decide to pinch pennies, and pile in a van, and head away for a few days. I-10 West will carry us to a spontaneous, glee-filled, Daddy-present weekend.
Because when little hearts ooze…..yours does too.
And the briefcase, the keys, and the wallet – they can wait.
If work has you bound up lately – less loose this weekend. Get back to it on Monday. Praying you are surprised by joy, and stirred up by new passions, and encouraged over the next few days, friends. Love and hugs to you all.
