I am wrapping up my holiday and as I wait for my return flights I look forward to returning home to my family and to getting back into the rhythm of my life.
I have been traveling for both business and leisure for the past 2 weeks. Amazingly enough my children never call or text or anything. They never bother to tell me they miss me.
What’s up with that? Do they not think of me while I am away? Do they not wonder what I am doing or what I ate or what sights I am seeing? Do they wonder about the time difference or the weather or the feel of the ocean where I am? Are they even curious about my flights and how long was the journey or how big the plane was? To all of this I have to assume no because they don’t call or text to even ask.
In the past, after other trips I have asked them if they missed me and they will tell me they did. I would then follow up with “well why didn’t you call me?” and they shrug their shoulders not knowing why.
But this time I know they miss me not because they told me. They didn’t do anything different this time around…but this time was totally different. I heard how they miss me for the very first time. I wonder if they have ever told me this before and I was just deaf to the way they expressed it. While not ever talking to me directly, I know they miss me because of the conversations they were having with other people. Daily conversations asking what day I will be home. Conversations amongst themselves about how long I was scheduled to be away and the exact day I was scheduled to return. And then today, just as I confirmed I would be home in time for dinner, through the phone, I heard them cheer. And it all made sense to me.
They were excited to have me back home. Me, the one who keeps them on track, who makes them clean after themselves and who has to put them on punishment when they are bad. They cheered for me to be home in time to sit across the table and to have dinner with them.
I smiled through the phone and thought…that’s progress!
Daddy will see you guys in a few hours.