My friend Dave talked with me about something that I’d like to blog about. Something I’ve been wrestling with – but not because it’s bad, but because it is so revealing. He asked me to list of my priorities, which I did, and then he asked me to tell him how much time I spent on each one of those priorities. He said, “If your relationship with God [in my case] is your first priority, how much time are you spending on that relationship?” Humbly I confess to you: not enough. There’s a really big difference between my priority list and my time management. I need to do some shifting.
As my girls get older I’m trying to spend more personal time with them. It’s hard with all of the demands on my life, but I want that time to reflect their value and their priority. Because I work from home Jessica sees me a lot more than many wives may see their husbands. I get to go on lunch dates with her. On Tuesdays and Thursdays we often drive the girls to school together and then drive home just the two of us. I think Jessica knows I’ve got her as a priority and that she’s invaluable to me.
If you think of me, pray for me, I’ve got a lot I’m juggling, but I want to make sure there’s time for the things that matter – I want my friends and family to know they’re valuable to me.
So: what are your priorities? Do your activities reflect that? Do your activities reflect value to the outside observer or the recipient of the time?
The 6yo said today, “I went to the nurse, but all she gave me was some water. She’s a really bad nurse.” The 6yo has a cold and no other needs of any sort. I would suggest that the nurse does a fine job, and the 6yo needs to adjust her standards.
Evelyn – tomorrow being the 6th birthday of her life – has pulled out her own top right tooth. And now, ready to face her 6th birthday without a few teeth [her two bottom front teeth are finally growing in a bit] she’s going to grow faster than I’m ready.
She sure is precious.[I realize this is not a picture of her smiling with missing teeth - tomorrow I'll post one]
This morning I took our car in because our front passenger tire had a screw in it. It was a slow leak, but you don’t want to find the boundaries of the puncture – air pressure balance. At Discount Tires (the only place I go for tires, yes, that’s sort of a plug) Evie was noticing logos and patterns on the rims that were for sale. She was fascinated by the work that was being done in the garage bays.
I’m really thankful for my 5 year old. She’s precious.
On my desk is a hand written note from my 8 year old telling me she really missed me while I was on a business trip earlier this week. I missed her, too.
I’m really thankful for my 8 year old. She’s precious, too.
I just overheard some dialog on the TV show ‘House’ a character tell her daughter, “I like your sister better than you.” It is absolutely craptastic to hear even if it isn’t realy. I love both of my daughters. They’re precious. They’re both my favorite.
Don’t favor a child. It’s the worst thing you could do.
Evie can tie her shoes now. It does take her a bit of time, but she can do it by herself. As her dad who has watched her grow up it blows my mind that the ‘baby’ of the family is able to read simple words and books, and she can tie her shoes. We can’t turn back the hands of time, but my hope is that we’ll be able to spend as much time as we can until next year when she starts in at Vanguard like her older sister. Who is also able to tie her shoes.
I sure am thankful for my little-but-getting-bigger girls.
Jessica is in the other room doing school with Evie. The 4 year old is now becoming an educated little girl. May the learning never end, little girl, may you find yourself always in wonder of the new things to know in life.