Don't you love homecomings? I had one today.
Emma and Mary, ages 12 and 13, stalked my car to see who could touch me first when I opened the door.
"I missed your coffee," said Mom Dot, my mother in law, delivering a hug.
"Oh, Mommy, I am so glad you're home," said Emma. That made me feel good. "We have been out of milk for two days. And yesterday I had frozen casserole for lunch and dinner."
Captain Fun embraced me, kissed me, said I was a rock star.
"Did you notice I took out the trash?" asked Ben, 15.
And Dorothy, my six year old who had been with me all week in Vermont, begged for a spot on my lap during family devotions, after which I cleaned the kitchen, did some laundry, swept the floor, cleaned out the fridge, and took some steaks out to thaw for a real dinner tomorrow night.
In my younger years I would have gone on a rant (to which no one would have listened) about all the work I do and why it should still get done even when I am not here to do it. But the older I get, the less I mind being needed for the many roles I play.
"Where no oxen are, the crib is clean," Proverbs 14:4 says, "but much increase comes by the strength of the ox." That verse always makes me chuckle when I think of my kids--where no kids are, the house is clean.
Family life might be messy (when I'm away it's really messy) but I'll take it. I returned refreshed, ready for the hugs, the work, and everything else that awaited me.
It's a good thing. Those homecomings can be a lot of work.