I want to think on this and write more.
This morning, I only have time to jot down a few lines while it's fresh on my mind...
I had a little time before work this morning, after my run. I'm working on a project that I'm excited about and I wanted to grab my laptop and get a little more work in before I head into the office.
But something stopped me.
Everyone at home is still sleeping, but my heart went out to my kids. I started thinking about how difficult it is to be a kid growing up.
I thought about how much more difficult it is now than it was when I was growing up.
The things kids have to deal with and the expectation and pressure from their friends - but that's a post for another time...
Anyway, I decided that instead of getting an extra half hour of work in, I would craft and send individual texts to the kids so that when they wake up and put on their watches, they'll have a heart-felt message from me, letting them know I'm thinking about them and I realize how challenging it can be to be a kid.
I felt the need to write about it here because that sort of thing should be a lot more common for me than it is.
I have a rare opportunity to bless, serve, educate, and inspire the three kids that God has entrusted to me for this season.
Sometimes I miss that.
Sometimes I forget.
I guess I'm writing to remind myself of what's important.
It's these little choices.
It's taking the time to stop and think about those small gestures I can make that can have a outsized impact.
A word.
A smile.
These tiny things are in my power to give out... and I want to be giving them out (especially to my kids) far more freely than I am.
