Mr DQ
Joined: 05 Jun 2008
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 Posted: Thu Nov 05, 2009 2:04 pm Post subject: Rush to the Bus |
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This is something I wrote this morning, and one of my friends said I should put it somewhere, where all parents can view it to read and comment on. The message I'm trying to get across to everyone is: Slow down with your family, friends, everything. We are all such in a rush to get the next thing done, and often living in the 'soon to be future' and not in the 'now'. I hope you enjoy and this inspires you a little. Have a great day everyone ! 
It was a chilly morning today. Minus four and then the added wind chill, and it just made the comfy blankets that wrapped my body that much warmer.
As usual, I wake up after my wife as she gets in the shower. The spot in the middle of the bed, beside me, is empty. I realize my daughter has spent a full night in her big girl bed. I smiled proudly and closed my eyes and half drifted back to sleep.
Hearing the door open and saying good morning to my wife, I sluggishly make my way to the bathroom to do my morning routine. Mouthwash floods my mouth and swishing it brings an intense stinging to my cheek. Needless to say, it woke me up hastily and found that I must have bitten my cheek in my sleep. Ow.
I walk in the room and discuss with my wife how our two year old daughter slept in her bed the whole night without coming in, as she normally does around 1am-4am at any point. Its been a habit we were trying to break but most of the time we wake up and she’s under the covers cuddled to one of our arms, looking to cute with her soft snore that we don’t want to bother her.
I made my way to my dresser and get my boxers and socks, then to my closet to pick out my outfit for the day. Polo shirt and black dress pants: bold move for a chilly morning as inside of my blazer is silk and freezes like no other. I shrug it off as I get dressed sitting on the bed, half watching a rerun of Fraiser. My wife gets her makeup and hair done as I tease her style in the back of her hair. She pretends to attack me with her hair, and we laugh, and then I go look on my daughter.
She is softly snoring and just dreaming away. It makes me glad she is a heavy sleeper as we get ready making noise. I switch rooms with my wife and I start styling my hair into spikes as my wife gets our daughter’s snow suit out to put on to go on the school bus that she drives. After I am done my hair, I go into her room to see that she is waking up and her mother tells her to say good morning. She blinks hard to keep her eyes open and looks up to me saying “Good morning daddy”, muffled by her night time soother, but understandable.
I go into our room and think of how cute she is as I get on all my accessories (wallet, card id for work, bracelet, and watch). Still moving sluggishly I hear my wife in the front room asking for me to come, and hear the front door open. I rush with the rest of my stuff and my scarf around my neck and gloves, and go out and see her walking our daughter to the car. I run back to the room forgetting my belt and put it on faster than I ever have. I looked at the living room clock to see that it’s the time the bus normally comes and rushed to get my shoes on and into the car. I didn’t want to be late for the bus, making me late for work.
It seems pointless as my wife drives around two corners to drop me off at the bus stop but it helps when it’s cold out to keep warm for just a few minutes. We pull up across the street from my bus stop, as we both watch the bus come to a halt across road as the light turn’s red. I give her a rushed peck on the lips as I figure I’ll miss it and jump out of the car, while cars behind us pass our car that’s pulled over to the curb, frustrating me that I might miss it if they don’t stop coming.
The cold air hits my body and I start to cross the road when all the other cars have gone passed ours. I notice that our car hasn’t taken off as it normal would after I cross the street. After squinting through my fogging glasses, I can see that my wife is waving me back over. Seeing that the bus is still stopped at the light, I run over asking if everything is okay. She opens the window to tell me our daughter is crying because I didn’t give her a kiss.
The normal thing would have been to kiss my wife and the open the back door and give my daughter a hug and kiss and lots more kisses as she smiled and said goodbye. I look in the back window to see she is in her seat crying for me and looking out her window to see where I am. I run around to the other side of the car, dropping my concern if the bus came and went, and became late for work.
The power of her being hurt by not completing a simple gesture of love that we do every day showed me how important it is that I am her father, and in her life. It may sound small and insignificant to some, but to me I realized just how important I am to her.
She still cried as I gave her lots of kisses and tried to calm her and gave her a couple hugs. It broke my heart knowing she was upset at that, and I almost decided to stay home that day, but Christmas is coming as well as money is needed for obviously living reasons.
As I walked back over to the other side of the street, the bus driver pulled up and waited as he saw what I was doing. We small talked as we do every morning and told him why I was running behind and apologized for keeping him. He said that I was a good dad to have done that for my daughter. It made me feel proud to be a father.
It just shows the simplest gesture of love can make someone’s day, and I almost put my daughters day to a bad start had I not run back. I just love how I’m needed that way in her life to complete some sense of happiness and love every day.
The stress from work, hardships of relationships with customers, co-workers, and family just don’t seem anything important to me now that I think about this morning. It just isn’t relevant in the big picture compared to that one routine I share with her.
The whole bus and train ride down town, I thought how I need to slow down in life and just cherish the important things, such as my daughter, whenever possible, because even when the littlest thing is skipped, it affects her world incredibly.
I made a promise to myself that I would never rush again in the morning as a bunch of hugs and kisses are needed to start her day out. To have her talk to me at such a young age, to tell me to ‘have a good day daddy’ and just know a big hug and kiss are coming from her, it makes any day worth waking up for.
The bus can wait |
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