The man of our house has been out of town for 4 1/2 days. I haven't mentioned it previously, because of the many things you don't want to broadcast across the Internet, a woman at home alone with small children for days on end probably ranks high on the list.
Although he does not travel without us often, it does happen occasionally that he will attend a conference in a place we decide not to take the children along. In the past, we have powered through with me missing him but the routine otherwise not greatly disrupted. This time was different. The children (P in particular) really miss him. They have been acting out at school and generally on edge.
This is a hard age for me, since my lack of patience is a real stumbling block. To add "no adult conversation" to already challenging days has been difficult to say the least. So, you can imagine my delight when Daddy called home last night to inform me that he was cutting his trip short and returning today. Seems the fishing trip he had tagged on the end of the conference was going to be experiencing some rough waters and less than ideal conditions, so it was cancelled. THANK YOU, GOD!!!!
Because we were older when we married (27 and 30) and are both quite independent, I have long wrestled with how to make my husband feel needed without being the annoying kind of needy. I am fiercely independent and struggle with pride in my capable-ness. Because of his long hours and unpredictable schedule, the truth is I must be capable of handling most anything around here including days on end of very little time with Daddy.
Much like my three year olds, I have a hard time admitting that I need much of anything. It is akin to a declaration of weakness, inadequacy or inability. This week I have been reminded that I not only love him, respect him, appreciate him and enjoy him...I. Need. Him. Our family needs him. We need his strength, his steadfastness, his love, his support, his leadership. He rounds out my weaknesses and brings great gifts to this family. We are not "us" without him. Even if it is sometimes only for a few minutes a day, Daddy's presence carries a lot of weight in this family.
I was able to get a lot of quiet time this week while the children were sleeping and have tried to spend it seeking wisdom on how to be the wife, mother, woman God has called me to be. For the next 3 1/2 days as we have Daddy with a clear schedule, I'll get to put some of the things I have been convicted of to practice.
Goal #1: Respect, honor and appreciate the man I love.