Driving home from the office, I am a little ticked. This morning my son not only woke up but threw up. No school for him today. My wife took the morning shift with Soren (the one where he was still barfing every hour). In the afternoon she went to work and I was on (the “eat jello and watch cartoons” shift).
This is not a good week to leave the office early. I have lots on my plate; I can ill afford an afternoon at home. So my mood isn’t so good as I drive home.
On the way home I call one of the people I’m supposed to meet this afternoon. In the course of the conversation, he says, “Don’t worry about it—you are where you need to be.”
I am not sure why it takes him saying it for the truth to sink in. Five, ten and twenty years from now, I really doubt I will regret canceling a few meetings. But I will regret a pattern of consistently putting work ahead of my children.
This is what call is about: Figuring out where you need to be and when you need to be there. Then getting yourself there, sometimes bad attitude and all.
The second thing that turns my attitude around is spending an afternoon watching Speed Racer cartoons with my son. How bad can it be eating jello and watching the same cartoons with your son that you watched 45 years ago? Go Speed Racer, Go….