The car doors close and the council's creaky side entrance swings open.
One by one my colleagues walk in, grab their mugs and settle into their office routine.
This morning these men & women have already...
gently woken sleepy eyes,
brushed bed head hair & wrestled school clothes on little limbs,
answered questions about calculus and budding daffodils,
fed their small army,
addressed a teenage wardrobe malfunction,
battled brother and sister cereal fights,
heard their littlest man say "ava-ado" for the first time,
managed to sneak in a shower, glance at the news, and exchange some conversation with their loved one.
Right now, their work doesn't fit between an eight hour stretch - it's an all day marathon. Their minds compartmentalize, shift gears, and prioritize to meet the expectations of each individual moment.
Their day starts and ends with flexibility. From my perspective in the office next door - their ability to bend so many accomplishing directions is admirable.
I see you and your parenting sacrifice.
Your endless pursuit of those you love & the work you cherish.
Each morning I gladly set your mug out, brew a hot pot of joe, and listen to your stories from the evening.
You might see as monotonous but I always hear stories of the ordinary choosing to be extraordinary.
I see beauty in your mundane
... & I remember that even the smallest moments can be used in the biggest ways.
Cheers to my forty-hour friends who unknowingly have become mentors to my (Lord willing) future parenting self.
& Cheers to another Friday closer to their sweet summertime with their families & friends.
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