Appreciation

Sometimes it is difficult to know if what you do is appreciated; if what you do really matters or maybe you're just taking up space that someone else can fill better and more efficiently.

Last night I had a bad night. I didn't feel appreciated. Maybe it's my own selfishness. Maybe it's my own immaturity. Who knows? When I returned home with a cloud of depression over me, my wife noticed. In fact she noticed the dissing (or should I say missing) as it was happening. I was feeling lousy. While holding Zoe, she gave me a wonderful hug and a great kiss telling me she appreciates me. I think Zoe sensed the absence in my life as well because she leaned over, and for the very first time, gave me a Zoe kiss without me having to ask. At this point I felt more than appreciated, I felt loved!

What is most important in my life is my family. I need them and they need me. I love them and they love me. One of the great joys of being a father is coming home from work and having your kids come running out of the door and jumping into your arms with hugs and kisses. -Sigh- :-)

Who cares what others think (I admit that I do probably more than I should). I have an immediate family that loves and appreciates me.