As a dad with type A tendencies, I tend to live a pretty planned life. Oftentimes my workload keeps me focused on work things when I should be focused on other, more important things.
Tonight, a storm got in the way of my plans.
Thunder and lightening kept me playing my role as a parent rather than a business owner, consultant, non-profit leader…whatever you want to call me. It wasn’t until I lost my cool with my youngest that I realized that I’m forgetting the beauty of the moment before me.
My 2 year was crying and yelling out “I miss daddy!” It was as if I was calloused to the cries as I made my way out of his room with the intentions of not letting him “win.” Then I realized that I wasn’t winning; I was actually losing.
Time being dad vs time being a provider for my family can get blurry and I’m not proud to say, I don’t always make the best decisions.
But here I lay next to my now sleeping 2 year old—I couldn’t ignore his cries any longer—and my thoughts turn towards the gift of the storm. It served as an audible and visual reminder from The Lord to stop and TEND to my children, and not just DEAL with them. I’m glad I did. And now I don’t want to leave his side. He’s sound asleep and resting peacefully.
The storm may have passed, but I’m glad that I didn’t miss it.