I have been working out of town for the past several months. I am home on Saturdays. I leave for work at noon on Sundays. Thursday has become “The day before Dad comes home”. Fridays are now “Dad is coming home tonight-day”. This Friday was different.
There was a situation at the job. I called home let my wife know I would not be home before Saturday afternoon, if at all this week. I went to dinner then went back to my desk to rework the job schedule. While it may turnout on Monday that I have deceived myself, by 8 pm I found a solution, packed my bags and headed home.
In route I called home to tell my family that I was on the way.
Backtrack: After I hanging up the telephone with the news that I was delayed, my Wife of 16 years, saddened by the prospect that I might not make it home this week, shed a quite tear or two. My sons, alarmed buy their Mother’s tears, demanded, “What happened to Dad?!” “Is he alright?!” “What happened to him?!”
Unaware that she had begun to cry, she wiped away a tear and said, “Don’t worry, your Dad is fine, he just can’t come home tonight.
Now, the boys, while relived, were angry. “Don’t scare me like that!” shouted our middle child. “Gosh, Mom, at least he’s not dead!” exclaimed the youngest.
I am deeply humbled and feel unworthy of such behaviors.
Posted by chikushonin at February 19, 2006 09:05 PMThanks for sharing this account of appreciation for your family. It's good to read you here again. Gassho, Patty
Posted by: Patty at February 21, 2006 04:34 PM