Monday, October 4, 2010
It's 63 degrees at nearly 6:00 P.M. (somewhere around time for dinner, right?). This morning when the boys went out to get the bus, they turned around, came back in the house, and drug out their hoodies from the back of the closet -- first wearing this year. Fall is in the air and the kids are outside playing football in the neighbor's back yard. The sounds of their yelling carry further and sharper in the clear, still autumn air. I cannot interrupt them for dinner or chores. These moments are too rare, too fleeting, dinner doesn't matter, the lawn can be mowed another day, or another year. How can I ever teach them to postpone pleasure for duty when I don't believe they should?