Short post, dear readers, for reasons that will become obvious.
I'm here at the end of a 12 hour day that's not done yet and I'm wondering how to fly straight and true.
Last night our son called and when I told him I'd just got home and he began...
He began repeating my own words back to me; the words I'd said to him just weeks ago, when worried about him and his work load, I had urged him to take care.
He had said to me then, "But Mom, I come by it honestly. You and Dad both struggle with this."
And I had said to him, "No Peter, I don't do that anymore. I have learned that I need to hold firm to the line, and you must too, because we love you and care."
So Peter took delight last night in laughing at me, and teasing; catching me out, he thought.
I said, "Oh, stop it, here's your dad, you called for him didn't you?"
But it's not so easy to stem the tide. The tide of meetings and paper and deadlines and follow up.
Yikes! Every meeting has follow up.
It's not so easy to fit it all into 8 hours.
But then I see faces, beautiful faces, and eyes of all colours, looking back into mine; those of colleagues, people on my team, parents of people I support in my work and the people supported themselves. And the hours invested seem so worth it.
So this is the day to work hard and long. There will be time to rest tomorrow...
I have to. Peter is watching. :)