It used to bother me that when asked, the only thing my children could find that they loved about me was that “he works hard”. I used to say that is what would be on my tombstone, and I didn’t want to be remembered for only that. I wanted my children to be able to say that I was a man of God, and that I loved the Lord first and foremost. I wanted them to say that I loved them, I wanted them to say that I always had time for them, I wanted them to say that I was patient, kind, understanding, wise etc… Many of those things I wasn’t, but I’ve tried to make changes.
So flash forward to the dinner table nowadays, and what you’ll hear is that mom works and that I don’t. You’ll hear snide remarks about me having lots of time and things like that, but none of the other things. But at least they don’t say I work hard anymore right? I feel like my tombstone is blank. Just a burnt piece of dough. I wish I could go back to he works hard so there would be sauce at least.
I have way more years behind me than I do in front at this point, and it’s too late to rewrite my story now. My family will carve my tombstone, and I guess it doesn’t really matter. I strive to please the Lord with all my heart, and that should be all I’m concerned with I guess.