It Ain't Easy Being A Dad

Today I'm finding that it ain't easy being a dad. I'm on nearly the last leg of my trip home after being away for several days to attend the memorial service of my grandfather and while I sit in the train station waiting for the 507 to roll in my son is in the hospital back home. And it's killing me.

The procedure he is having done is a simple one that lasts less than 15 minutes under anesthesia. It's the sort of thing doctors have been doing for more years than I've been alive and we have no reason to be concerned. But it's still killing me to not be there.

The wife of our pastor has taken our girls to the zoo today and allowed Taleena to concentrate fully on Harris and his needs. It's great that she's done that and I know that Taleena is grateful too. She can spend all her energy on the boy. And yet it's still killing me to not be there.

I'm about to take a new job that will allow me to provide for my family better than I ever have before. It will give the the the opportunity to work from home even more than I do now. And it's an exciting career move to boot. But it comes with some travel. Not the amount that would brand me with the title of Road Warrior but enough to probably ensure that I'll miss the occasional T-Ball game, ballet recitals or scout meetings. So I guess I'll have to get used to it and that's killing me.

Update: When I got home that night, all was well. The procedure had gone off with out hardly a hitch and everyone was home safe and sound.