Fortunately, I woke up with ample rest. This was essential. A twenty four hour stint with our grand kids was on the schedule. And it was an active one at that. We were looking at a two hour drive to the Polar Express, plus the ride itself, the drive back, an overnight dance party, church in the morning, and the obligatory Sunday afternoon playtime at the park. It was an eventful itinerary to say the least.
They are the light of our lives, our priority, our joy. But if I don’t have at least six hours, I’m not doing anybody any favors. I need to be at my best for them, and that takes energy. Lots of it.
I read an article encouraging dads to “Count Your Saturdays”. Saturday is typically the day of the week we have for family opportunities. Whatever day it is for you, pick a day. Be there. Make plans.
So I assessed the situation. The average lifespan is about 78 years. And yes, I did it. I counted the Saturdays I have available, should the Lord will it and I’m given an “average” lifespan. I encourage you to do the same. It’s a tidal wave of perspective.
This is what we did. We changed our lives. We made arrangements so we can see our grand kids as much as possible. We aren’t doing everything right. We’re making mistakes. But we would have made a bigger mistake by not taking this plunge. It’s been difficult at times. And it’s been the best decision we’ve made in this chapter of our lives.
Are you in a position to make memory? My guess is yes. Maybe you’re “geographically challenged” and can’t be present in person. Maybe there are chasms between you and some family members. You have to start somewhere.
Pick up the phone. Send a text. Plan a trip. Do something to make a difference in your family legacy. You can’t wait until the time is right. You’re always going to be too busy or too broke. Don’t wait for someone else to make the first move. You’re running out of excuses.
Today is the day.
I’m ready.