“You’re just always so busy”

It was raining as Stephen and I drove to Durham for Kenan’s 1 month check-up. He chose to ride along while the others stayed home. We talked about simple stuff…soccer season, school, brothers, Esther. Then he said something that made me stop, “You’re just always so busy.”

He wasn’t being cruel. I can’t even remember how the conversation went that direction. But he spoke his heart, so I listened.

Yes, I’m busy. There are bottles and diapers and school and…and…and. Will it ever stop?

My oldest is getting, well, old. I dread the day Jeremy and I become “uncool.” Even now I sometimes find myself struggling to enter his world. He’s growing up, and as our first, I’m just not sure how all this works.

So I choose again to stop. To do what needs to be done but to avoid being “so busy.” I can sit and watch him play video games a little each day. I can take the time to listen to a story he wants to share. I can if I will, and everything else must wait.

Life is busy. Time is short. They are all growing. What am I going to do about it?

“As for man, his days are like grass; he flourishes like a flower of the field; for the wind passes over it, and it is gone, and its place knows it no more.” (Psalm 103:15-16)

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photo 1 (19) Word search with his Great Grandma

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