i saw this little writing about interruptions yesterday, and it really resonated with me.  it can apply to anyone, but it might especially resonate with those of you who are parents, because let’s face it, who doesn’t hear ‘mama!’ or ‘daddy!’ a thousand times a day.  they are sweet words (and ones we longed to hear), but sometimes, don’t you wish someone wasn’t calling your name?  i remember when i used to work at a corporate job, i didn’t want to hear ‘cara’ anymore after i got home.  i had heard it enough, and people were just wanting stuff from me.  i remember my mom telling the same story about her nursing days.  but maybe, instead of looking at those moments as interruptions, we look at them as little moments that someone is acknowledging us, needing us.  because, you know what?  someday, these little people will go to school or soccer practice or college or be tending to their own sweet children, and we won’t hear ‘mama’ and ‘daddy’ nearly as much.  it made me cry to type that.

INTERRUPTIONS

When you are exasperated by interruptions, try to remember that their very
frequency may indicate the value of your life. Only people who are full
of help and strength are burdened by other persons’ needs. The
interruptions which we chafe at are the credentials of our
indispensability. The greatest condemnation that anybody could incur –
and it is a danger to guard against – is to be so independent, so
unhelpful, that nobody ever interrupts us, and we are left comfortably alone.

-Anonymous
from The Anglican Digest