I think I mentioned that last Sunday Ryan stayed home with our cold-ridden baby while Trenton and I went to church. Every Sunday I teach Christ-centered songs to the kids, ages 3 to 12. I love doing it, but it’s basically feels like a 45-minute performance every week. When I came home, Ryan had straightened the entire house and even had spaghetti on the stove.
But I remember that only moments after walking in the door, Ryan prompted Trenton to put something away and scooped up my heels to go in the closet. I felt just a tinge of “Hey! We just got home. No nagging already!” And it dawned on me that he must feel that way all the time after getting home from work.
How many times has he walked into our home, which I plot and scheme to make feel like a haven, only to hear me say, “Will you put your bag in the closet?” or, “Keys and wallets don’t go on the piano!” Even if I do sing it out in what feels like a nonthreatening voice, it cannot be fun to hear that first thing after a long day at work.
That brief role reversal did me some good, and I’ve tried to appreciate my companion and father of my children a little bit more this week…
Maybe you can do the same!
And stay tuned Monday for the first in my series of four posts about random things I do to make life simpler!