When can you play?
I was getting ready for the Buying Event coming up this weekend, gathering my things together and throwing out some old papers. I came across this sticky note from my son. I’m not sure how old it is.
He used to stick these on my desk while I was working or on the phone – and I would reach over and write a time on it when I knew I’d be able to break away. Then we would play.
Sometimes it’s easy to forget that you need time to play.
Sometimes it’s easy to forget to spend time with the ones you love.
Sometimes is easy to forget how much your kids need your attention. Forget quality time, it’s really about quantity time.
Sometimes is easy to forget how soon they grow up (he’s in college now, but still lives at home). He and I take walks together almost every day and he’s one of the smartest people I know… doesn’t have much interest in real estate, but that was never my goal for him. He makes me laugh all the time.
My daughter is a senior in High School. Do you remember that picture of her sitting on my lap and flying a kite? I watched her drive off to school this morning.
It all goes so fast.
I am a lucky man. Throughout their entire lives I have worked at home. My wife is a stay at home, Mom (her choice). We’ve not just watched them grow up, we’ve been a part of it – and although I’ve made my share of mistakes, I wouldn’t trade it for any number of houses or numbers in a bank account.
I’m glad I made the choice to work at home. I know there are other good choices, but this was the right one for me.
When can you play, Dad?