A Meeting at the Door
It’s not an uncommon occurrence, what happened today.
After being sick for a good three days from work the first day back was a bit of a doozy. Lots of phone calls, meeting over scripts, editing for the evening…all that led to an unexpected later evening.
I called my daughter and told her to make some Mac and Cheese for the kids as I wasn’t sure when I’d be home. They had it in the cupboard and she’s now an expert at the pasta concoction so it wasn’t a big deal. I could hear the disappointment in their voices, though.
Even though I’d been sick for the days I was home it’s a comfort to the kids that I am there and I understand that. They know the nature of my job, they don’t bemoan it, but they are often disappointed when they aren’t able to do the evening’s routine with me. It’s not a regular thing, but it happens – probably far more than someone who works at, say, a bank or a state office.
So after the very long day I bustled down the road – only to have to stop at the grocery store for something my daughter needed. That was yet another diversion.
When I got to the house, tired, arms full of groceries, illness still hanging over me, I heard my daughter and one son upstairs shouting at the videogames they were playing.
Standing in the middle of the entry way, though, was the son up there in the picture.
“What’s up,” I asked him?
“Nothing,” he said.
“Did you need something,” I wondered aloud? I wasn’t annoyed but confused.
“Nope, you do,” he replied. I must have looked confused because he walked right up as I put down my bags and laptop.
He gave me a hug.
“I wanted to give you that as you came in,” he told me, smile on his face.
He looked up at me, ran up again, and gave me a big hug again.
Any exhaustion, frost in my demeanor, illness…it just vanished. It was clear he’d been waiting, in his pajamas, for the moment I walked in the door.
I tossled his hair, kissed him on the forehead, and walked into the kitchen with him.
“Thanks, Sam, you made my night!”
“I thought you could use it,” he told me.
He was right. I made my dinner, put some cookies in the oven and he sat at the table with me eating one as his siblings continued to play video games until bed.
It was a good night.