After Quittin Time

Did I miss a memo? Somewhere along the way it seems the rules changed and no one wants to work for anything anymore. Especially a great family.

As a kid, quitting time (pronounced quittin) meant the day was done and my dad was on his way home from work. Everyday about five o’clock he would call from his office and tell my mom he was on his way.

Like a big league pitching coach, she would give me the nod along with the lefty signal. It was my sign to start warming up in the bull pen in order to be ready for a game of catch when dad pulled in the driveway.

My favorite sound of the day was hearing his work truck coming down our street. After the hugs, fastballs were flying until mom’s voice would shut us down, calling us to supper.

Times are different now. Families are scattered, fathers are less present, and there are fewer games of catch taking place.

Looking back, perhaps the hardest work my dad did everyday was done after quittin time. Putting on the glove and loosening up his arm required full engagement from a man who deserved to go inside and find an easy chair.

Somehow he must have known it would matter someday.

Many people say they

want to run a marathon, but what they really want is to have a medal and a T-shirt. Families are no different. Everybody wants one, but few are willing to do the work required to have one.

If today finds you wondering where to invest your best energy, you might consider doing so after quittin time.

Believe me, it will matter someday.

i2i,

Randy

What was the best thing you did after “quittin time” this past week?

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Ja

8 years ago

When Aaron was little he loved Thomas the Tank Engine. One day we watched a Thomas movie. In it was a desiel who had a crane on it called Pinchy. Aaron loved to run around the yard pretending I was Pinchy trying to catch him. He always wanted to play “Pinchy.” There were too manyt imes I said no. I was tired or didn’t feel like running. I wish today that I could go back to my or 7 year old boy and play “Pinchy” one more time.
When my oldest two were young I was gone a lot in the evenings working. We had to pay the bills… One of the biggest regrets I have is not spending enough time with my kids when they were little. I got a second chance with my younger three. History repeats itself. It seems my schedule is too busy to be home most evenings. I struggle with working on the side, running to scouts, going to church, and just being home. The time we have with our kids is so very short. I encourage and pray that fathers of young kids stop long enough to enjoy the gift God has given them. Work will still be there tomorrow… It is all a matter of priorities and choices. Unfortunately some choices we make effect us for years to come…
Thanks Randy, Be blessed today…
Ja

randygravitt

8 years ago

Thanks for sharing that Jason. Blessings on you and your family!

KB

8 years ago

Love is spelled – T.I.M.E.! The best time I ever spent was investing into my son’s life in a small group weekly environment with other dads and sons starting at age 8. It was cool to watch him replicate the process for the first time with his own HS peers at age 16. Parents now days need to understand that “Rules, without a relationship, leads to rebellion”. Time = Relationship!

randygravitt

8 years ago

Great word KB. Thanks!

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