We wake up everyday with our to-do lists already full in our heads. We rush every morning, get the kids ready, get breakfast, take care of the dog, the cat, get ourselves ready and rush out the door to whatever the days priorities are. Then it’s the same in reverse at night. Finish work usually late leaving, rush to get the kids picked up, dinner, baths, homework, take care of the dog, the cat and then if we are lucky we get to take care of ourselves or our spouses. This pattern goes on every week, month after month, year after year until we look back and say “what happened?”.  What happened to all the things you were going to do? What happened to those promises you made to your kids, to your wife? What happened to the optimist kid you used to be?

Sometimes we have to take a minute to check those priorities and sometimes we have to put them back in line. Maybe now we’ll try to get up and have breakfast with the kids and listen to what THEY are excited about for the day ahead, maybe we’ll get to have a cup of coffee or glass of wine with our husband or wife. This is fathers day weekend. There are countless statistics about how kids spend less on their fathers than their mothers, that they feel less connected to their fathers ect ect ect. Heck I am one of those statistics. I haven’t spoken to my biological father in 6 years and haven’t had an actual meaningful conversation with him in probably ten more on top of that. I worry so much about being that father. The one that is always gone, always working, always mowing, always whatever.