Posted by Danny
I love my kids more than life itself. I love them with every fiber of my being. You’d think that this love would outweigh all of the other things I have to get done. I often don’t let it.
Tonight I told Michelle and Stephanie that we’d watch a movie after they took their baths. We met in my bedroom. I turned on The Miracle Worker which their Nana had rented for them to watch last week (didn’t get around to it). They snuggled in my bed…and I changed the laundry, paid several bill, lifted my ten pound dumbbells, called my mom, packed for our next vacation and made my coffee for tomorrow.
About 45 minutes into the movie, I heard little footsteps, “Dad! Dad! I thought you were going to watch the movie with us. The girl in it acts like an animal and I’m scared. Will you come lay down with us?”
“I’ll be there in a minute.”
I bet I say that 17 times a day. Or “as soon as I finish this.” Or “I’ve got to get this done first.”
The problem is, THIS never ends. There is always THIS or THAT to do.
And now, my baby is 14. The bills are paid, the lawn looks fine and I’m in fairly good shape – but I’ve missed hours and hours of cuddling. And I’ve missed creating Crayola pictures and I’ve missed building the biggest sandcastle. And it’s a shame.
I can clean the house when DJ moves away to go to college. I can pay the bills after they go to bed. But I’ll never get the first 45 minutes of protecting Michelle from the scary girl in A Miracle Worker. What a mistake on my part.