The Price of Time
Foggy mist is socking in Bristol, Rhode Island tonight. I’m here to watch a basketball game, or more accurately see Ian for a couple of hours and talk to him for a couple of minutes. The time investment is always significant when you have active kids, but I don’t mind the price.
I remember my mother commenting on the hours she invested to watch me row by for a couple of minutes. I didn’t really factor in the time they were allocating to watch me row by and grunt at them afterwards, but I’ve learned in the years since.
Hopefully the temperature drops or the precipitation dries up and the drive to the Cape isn’t 50 miles of white knuckle. But I’m here and committed either way. People don’treally understand what you’d do for your kids until you have them.