So this weekend, we are running a marriage and communication workshop at a church that’s hosting Daughters this summer.
So far, I’ve received a number of questions about whether the workshop is for couples, for marrieds, for women, for singles, and been asked a number of times very specifically, “Can my husband come?” by wives who also assume I can tell them how to get their man to change. I find it interesting that as of yet, only one person has taken issue with the fact that I’m a chic doing a marriage workshop. In conservative Christian circles, usually there’s a husband involved in the delivery of any marriage training. What’s really ironic is that my husband does a ton of training in his job, and he’s actually really good at it, but he doesn’t feel called to join me in these things. I’m okay with that and so is he.
So I’m getting ready for that this week, in between working through accidently shutting down the DaughtersOnline.org website (ouch!), finishing school with my kids, finding an escaped hamster (again), doing research on SEO, dealing with a conflict, working through bugs with the publisher, problem solving with a few staff people, and twittering…
And I’m wishing that the most profound thought I had this week wasn’t, “I should write down how it feels to hug my daughter while she’s 7 because I probably won’t remember that either someday.” And I pray that day is a long day off – but for those of us whose uterus is no longer a tracking device functioning at optimum capacity (“Honey, have you seen my wallet?” “Mom, where are my gym shoes?”), we need more photos, more journal entries, and more time to simply sit and listen with our kids before they’re gone.
And suddenly you’ve moved from rocking them to sleep to sitting in the rocker alone, waiting for them to come home on Friday night.