Coming Home to A Tired Kid

I finished the long haul of traveling hours away from home, spending hours working and then flying home in the shaky 10-year old sedan to a child tired, but adamant of staying awake until Dad reads one book and sings one song. I love it!!

Raina has just found like I did when my father was not around -- that I hate it when I can't see my father because of the busyness of life. And, sure enough, I agree even if it's me that's being busy. It is too much to sacrifice one more moment with your kid. Work schmerk, ok! Kids are kids and they matter the most. Raina does to me.

Tiffany had to watch her all day and that's a feat within itself. I can not say that my work was at all challenging compared to handling a child with a weird sleeping schedule and an insatiable thirst for "JOOCE," as Raina calls it. Old, familiar seem to ring fresh, true, honest and fun coming from the mouths of our children. You know. You probably know what I mean.

So I finished singing her a song...I started to type this blog and then she starts calling in a loud voice. Well, guess what she wants? That's right -- JOOCE! And, sure enough Dad brings in a little something to whet the pallet and calm the senses for a long ride to a quiet, calm, relaxed kiddom of sleeping. All in a day's work. And, I smirk and say to myself, "Good job, Dad!"