We are now on the school schedule at the Morgan household, so mornings come very early these days and they come in shifts.
First, we feed, confirm teeth-brushing and pony-tail the elementary schooler. Then we rally the two middle-schoolers. Breakfast. (Check.) Cleveland Indians update. (Check.) Backpacks. (Check.)
By the end of the morning, our high-schooler gets the leftovers of our food and our energy. Don’t worry. It’s part of our strategy. We’re intentionally doing less and less for her to prepare her for the real world. It’s building character. It’s helping her become more independent. (At least that’s what we’re telling ourselves as we watch her warm up her own breakfast.)
This morning we were going through the shifts, and I had a brief interaction with my son:
Dad: “What do you think I should write about today?”
Son: “Jesus.”
Dad: “This is breakfast. We’re not in Sunday School. ‘Jesus’ isn’t the answer to every question.”
Son: “The Indians lost last night.”
He was obviously no help. I’ve effectively trained my son to become a model lawn-mower and trash-taker-outer, but his blogging acumen still leaves a little bit to be desired.
Later in the morning, our oldest daughter was warming up her breakfast in the kitchen and I asked her the same question:
Dad: “What do you think I should write about today?”
Daughter: “Me.” (As only a first-born would respond.)
Dad: “You know your brother said I should write about Jesus.”
Daughter: “Daddy, this isn’t Sunday School.”
Dad: “Just in case you were wondering, those sausage links tasted a lot better an hour ago.”
She was no help either. Now, regrettably, you are indirectly facing the consequences. I’m left with a sample of the clever repartee from the Morgan breakfast table that has little to no value as it relates to helping you take your next steps in ministry or life.
And, on top of that, both my kids got their way — I’ve written about Jesus and my first-born daughter…whom shall remain nameless.
Pray for me and my kids. Maybe they can redeem themselves at dinner.