Iāve been thinking a lot about this latelyā¦
Are the people we come home to getting the rest of us⦠or the best of us?
Because if Iām being honest, there are days I walk through that door and Iāve given everything away already. Every ounce of energy. Every bit of patience. Every smile. Every āyouāve got thisā I had to give.
And then I look at my boys.
Those two little faces donāt care how many emails I answered. They donāt care how many people I poured into that day. They just know their dad is home.
And they deserve more than whatās left over.
They deserve the best of me too.
Not the exhausted version.
Not the distracted version.
Not the ājust give me a minuteā version that turns into an hour.
They deserve the dad who laughs with them.
The dad who gets on the floor and plays.
The dad who listens⦠really listens⦠to their stories, even when they donāt make a whole lot of sense.
Because one day, they wonāt remember how busy I was.
Theyāll remember how present I was.
And I donāt want them growing up thinking that everyone else got the āfun dadā while they got what was left.
This work we do matters. It really does.
But so does the life waiting on us at home.
So hereās the reminder I needed today, and maybe you do tooā¦
Give your best where it matters most.
Because the people at home⦠theyāre not asking for perfection.
Theyāre just asking for you.