The school that my children attend is year round. They are on a track schedule where they are out of school for 3 weeks and then go back for 12 weeks and then off again. During the 3 weeks from school, I am able to spend time with them for one week during each off track cycle. I look forward with great anticipation for this golden moment in time. This is a time for my children and I to reconnect, a time when we can let our walls down and strengthen our relationship.
Last week was one of those precious moments in time that I treasure above everything else.
I left the office at noon everyday last week in an effort to maximize every single second I could with my dear children. We went to the movies, the arcade, the ballpark. We carved our pumpkins and went for hikes. We laughed and we cried together. It is in these tender moments of mercy that I am able to have with my children that keep me energized and capable of continuing on during the difficult times in between.
My children were able to participate in the primary program on Sunday. I fought the tears as I watched them sing and give their little parts during the program. It was the first time I had ever been able to see them in a primary program, I savored the moment watching them. During dinner Sunday night, my dear wife asked the kids what they liked most about spending this week with us, the answer that my son gave me brought tears to my eyes as he replied, “our family and being part of it.” Words are incapable of expressing what I felt at that moment.
Sunday night, as I sat on the couch with Londyn laying in one arm and Bridger laying on the other, we reflected together on the fun times we had during the week. I was able to tell both of them how deeply I love them and how grateful I am to be their dad. We cried together as we felt the realization that our week together was coming to a close. We took courage and strength in knowing this would be a short week apart as the coming Halloween and weekend would be spent together, our first Halloween that had fallen on a night with dad.
As I dropped them off early Monday morning, on my way to work, I thanked my Father in Heaven for the time I was able to spend with them. I pondered the coming silence I knew would take place without the phone calls and communication. I looked forward to the coming weekend and holding them in my arms again.
I live for these moments with my children. I yearn to be a full time dad to them, to tuck them in each night and to hug and kiss them each day. It is through the weeks like we just shared that I know I am making a difference in their lives, and they in mine.