My husband Gabriel works hard. And when I say hard, I mean, he is up before the sun, usually out the door before I rise, and home well into the dinner hours in just enough time to help me put the kids to bed. This is a fantastic trait that I dearly admire and love about him, however it also makes me feel sad, because I remember as a young girl, having a “Sunday father” who I only got to spend quality time with, on that day of the week. It was the ONLY day of the week he didn’t get up and out before daylight. I wanted something more and different for my kids. I wanted my kids to have a dad that was home every night that they could play soccer with in the yard, or have help with homework. Then, real life sets in. Dave Ramsey becomes the coach, and my adult self really begins to understand more the reasons why my dad was compelled to provide for the family, no matter what.
My son Rio, 4, has begun a new ritual that had me scratching my head, at first. He has started waking between 5:30-6:30 am every morning- on his own. He heads downstairs in the dark with his little “abuchu” blankie, awesome bed- hair, and crusty eyes. He is on a mission.
He used to be a late sleeper. Sleeping in well past 8am every day. He must have woken one morning with an urge to release the reservoir, and discovered his dad. Not only was he up, but he was alone, and not only was he alone, but he had his full attention… He accidentally discovered the joy and the delight of mornings with his Father.
The simplicity of it is so ironic.
The things I could learn from my 4 year old.
He wakes up, with no thought of the time, or the day, or the hour, or the light or dark outside… earnestly seeking time with his dad. Pure, uninterrupted, unadulterated time with Papi. And he gets it. His search is satisfied and rewarded.
He doesn’t sit around moping that Dad has to work, he never sees him, or he’s “too busy” for him. He doesn’t complain that his Dad doesn’t know what’s going on in his life. He doesn’t wish for another circumstance, or say “well, if only…” He found a way. And he delights in it. He is rewarded for his seeking. He begins his day with his cup full.
What a sweet boy this is. And what a lesson to me.
What things in my life, attitude, outlook etc would change if I sought out my Papi with the same desire, intensity, schedule, and attitude that my son does my husband? How precious.
Maybe this is one of the many reasons we are to become child-like to inherit a life of peace, joy, and love.