I didn’t want to…yet I did want to.
Hungry, cold and dirty, my girl walked through the door, home from softball practice. She wanted a snack, to talk and a hot shower; in that order. I wanted…to keep writing. I was on a roll and it was going to tear me up to walk away.
Yet, I did. I put my computer aside, popped some chicken wings in the microwave and sat down to hear about my girl’s day.
That’s not so easy for me to do. Like many of you, deadlines loom in my mind. Book deadlines, speaking deadlines, dinner and dirty clothes deadlines; all calling me to make them my first priority. Sometimes I do, but on my wise days, I don’t.
See, today, while in the process of making another decision about what will get my time, I remembered something; something really important. My girls will be gone all too soon. These years in high school will be a part of our memories before I know it. I want me, listening to them, giving them my attention to be a part of those memories.
Hopefully, I’ll get to write books, speak to women, make dinners and wash clothes for many more years to come. But the days of softball stories and tales of German class will not last forever. There is a temptation in these independent teen years to back off…maybe too much. Whether they admit it or not, our kids want us there; to hear their stories and learn about their days.
So join me. Walk away from the computer. Turn off the phone. One day, we’ll look back and be glad we did.