When I was a kid, every fall my parents would engage in a perennial argument. Dad managed the grain elevator, and during the harvest season, the farmers relied on him to be open late to take their loads for the day. He would then stay even later to get the grain into the bins where they could be dried and stored. He would work 12 and 14 hour days sometimes. My mother wanted him to be more engaged than ever with the family, especially as the holiday season approached. This song from Etta James always reminded me of my father.
-Lori Stone (CLF)
“Woke up this morning, it was a fine sunny day
I said, ‘Daddy please stay,’ but he had to run away
Cause he was busy, busy makin’ lots of gold”
How do you find balance during the busy seasons of life?