He’s 4 years old, and every moment is important. Yet often I have to catch myself, stop myself from getting back to what I’m supposed to be doing.
Email. Slack. Product development.
Or maybe I should have said “supposed” to be doing. Because few things are more important than taking care of another human being.
Sometimes I really do have to go, sometimes I have to cut these moments short. Sometimes it can’t be helped.
All the more reason to enjoy moments like these… like the one Wednesday morning where I left the computer and built a fort with my 4 year old before taking him to school.
And, more often than not, I do have the 20 or 30 minutes to spend with him. There’s nothing more important in that moment than to spend time with one of my children. Because I have a responsibility. But, even more fundamental than that is simply this: I love them.
I’m so happy I had the discipline to slow down and enjoy this time with him.
And I know he was happy, too.