Thursday, January 17, 2008
~ Daddy Comes Home ~
When tradesman came in the door last night like so many nights,
he was tackled. No not by me silly! By his children.
All 5 of them came running at him, jumping on him with shouts
of excitement, and crys of daddy!
In the summer when this happens and he is just half way across
our lawn I often wonder what the neighbors must think. “Has he been
away on a long trip?” they must wonder to themselves. But
honestly,this is the greeting my dear husband receives every evening.
He is our favorite person. When we hear the familiar sound of his van
riding up the laneway, when we see him step in the door with that
grin on his face, we are all happy. This is the event we have looked
forward to all day...his return to us.
Not only is this a joyous time for us but what a blessing this is
to my husband.
After a long day working hard, he is greeted with a loving family
that not only has missed him, but is truly grateful for him.
As I wriggle through the pile of arms and legs to find a spot
to plant a kiss on this darling man of mine, I hear a familiar
phrase. It's one that I never tire of hearing.
“I love my family.”
A simple phrase really but important no less. It reminds me
why I do what I do everyday.
Our job isn’t meaningless or trivial ladies. We diligently train not only
the behavior of our children each day but most importantly their
character. What we selflessly pour into them each and every day
comes back to us tenfold.
My husband looks forward to coming home. Its not a burden or
something to be dreaded. I’ve created a peaceful home. One where
he can come home and feel relaxed, refreshed and truly appreciated.
There is no fighting or quarreling between the siblings, there is no
whining, or demanding of this or that.
There is simply gratefulness for this provider of ours.
My husband feels appreciated and cherished by his children.
The “witching hour,” it has been so tactfully called, is non-existent
in our home. During the time when dinner is being prepared and we
welcome home daddy, we are at peace.
The choices we make as mothers each day have a profound effect on all aspects of our life. Selflessly dying to our own wants and desires in order to meet the needs of our wee ones, and resisting the urge to be lazy about training is hard. It sometimes seems like thankless work.
But each evening that my husband makes it home for dinner is a reminder to me of what an honorable job I have.
What I do each day results in blessing my husband! His children honor and adore him.
No wonder he looks forward to coming home everyday!
Psalms 127:3-5 ~ Lo, children are a heritage of the Lord and the fruit of the womb is his reward.
As arrows are in the hand of a mighty man; so are children of the youth ~
Happy is the man that hath his quiver full of them they shall not be ashamed.