For a few years now, one and/or two of my kids have been involved in quite a few things. They have gone from dance, guitar and piano, to karate and baseball, to soccer to until recently basketball.
Do you know what’s history? Sleeping in on Saturday mornings.
I lived for my Saturday mornings! In fact, I think I was sort of the sleep-in “addict.” It seems like it was forever ago. And I can’t remember no more how it used to be before I had ALWAYS something to do.
Do you think I mind? Nope. Even with the newly spotted dark circles under my eyes, I don’t mind it at all. I consider this selfless love and sacrifice. I don’t know how else I would call something I gave up so “dear” to me for the sake of my children.
I read once a quote that said “Going to bed with a dream and waking up with a purpose”
Every night, I dream. Every day, yet even every Saturday morning, I wake up with a purpose. My purpose is my family. My purpose is for my kids to become well rounded and be prepared to “shoot for the stars.”
What is your purpose?