So one thing that happens when you spend significant time apart from children… particularly in this situation – two young boys. Consistency out the window.
The next couple of weeks of life is all about adjusting back to family life.
Being dad. Being husband.
Spokane is nice.
Playing with the boys all day, being with my wife as a team. It is a breath of fresh air. It is so welcomed but man it is a shock to the system.
I am slowly finding that it takes two or three times for the boys to listen to me instead of the one it took before.
But what am I to expect the boys are use to just having mum, Gramma and G-pa. I have been skype dad. Text dad. Dad whose discipline doesn’t hold weight, or comforting words have no real meaning. Talking over the phone didn’t hold my kids whilst they cried at night. Talking over the phone didn’t immediately add me to any family days out.
I was not in the family selfies. I wasn’t in the picture.
Nothing hurt more than the first time I realized that my voice didn’t hold as much weight as before… that I would have to reconstruct my position in my family again.
Joy is when your sons run into your room in the morning and wake you up by jumping on the bed.
Joy is when your sons give you hugs and don’t pull away even when the hugs are getting to long.
Joy is being in the selfie with your sons. Being part of the memories. Being with my family.