This morning was a first for me. The morning started out pretty much like any other morning. There was the getting breakfast together, helping get the kids ready for the day and then finally getting myself ready. I was running through things in my mind that I would like to get done today in the office – sermons for Wednesday and Sunday, reading that I would like to get done, planning, etc.
As I was getting my things together to head out the door, it happened. I don’t know where it came from, but it hit hard. We have never seen this reaction before. Our middle son, Sam, bust out into tears and said that he wanted to stay with Daddy. I was blindsided.
Normally, our boys flock to the mother for EVERYTHING. They are true-blue Momma-boys. I’m okay with that. I was a Momma-boy growing up as well. For some reason today, Sam wanted his Daddy. I would be lying if I said that there was not a feeling of pride swelling up inside of me.
I made the decision to give this thing a try. There is nothing for my 4-year-old son to do in my office other than color on some paper and play in the floor in the corner. I told my wife something along the lines of, “let’s see what happens.” We got him ready and a couple of toys, and it was off to the office with Daddy. Surprisingly, he did pretty good – other than lock himself in the bathroom.
We went home for lunch and I told my son that he would have to stay at the house with Mommy. He was fine with that. He had some one-on-one “Daddy time,” and he was happy with that.
I was reminded during the time together and over lunch that these kiddos are not going to be here in our house very long. There is a small window of their life that we as their parents have to make an impact. Ministry is tough work. There is a lot of preparation, planning, and praying that must be done. But, as I was reminded of today, it should never come at the expense of your family.