One thing about having kids is you’re going to get thrown up on.
And then they can’t go to camp the following day. While it’s a blessing spending another day with my youngest child, my wife and I spent the day passing him back and forth between Zoom calls and trying to answer emails.
So it goes.
As I kissed his head and wiped his snotty face while saying goodnight this evening, I wanted nothing more than to take away his discomfort. I wished if only I could wave my hand and make it all better.
And I thought about what I’d tell him when the real problems arise in life.
About what I’ll tell him when he scrapes his knee learning to ride a bike. About what I’ll tell him when he can’t stay up late to watch scary movies.
About what I’ll tell him when someone breaks his heart. About what I’ll tell him when he tries his best and comes up short anyway. About what I’ll tell him before I depart this world someday and leave him.
All the aggravations and grievances that stacked up at work over the week just didn’t seem to matter quite as much all of a sudden. And in that moment, I felt serenity as I remembered what really makes the measure of our days.
Enjoy every moment you have with the people you lov
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