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.



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