Week 62: Making Time
What is so important to you that you’ll make time for it?
Each Sunday, my wife and I cook and eat a meal together — intentionally. Every Friday, I’ll be sharing our experience here in this space. I want to see the growth that will come in our marriage because of this. I hope you enjoy our story. You can find last week’s post here.
Maybe you find this week’s title odd. “You can’t actually make time,” you say. Or maybe, paired with the featured image, you think I really like waffles. Well, I do, but that’s not really what today’s post is about.
Of course we can’t make time in a factory and ship out more of it. We only have so much time in one day. But it’s become pretty common to say that we “make time” for this or that. What we’re really talking about there are priorities. That’s what today’s post is about.
If you’re like me, life can seem to get pretty crazy at times. Between work, marriage, family time, volunteering and side hustles it often seems like there isn’t enough time in the day. Many of you have even more on your plate from a second job, school or other responsibilities. How do you prioritize things?
Well, unfortunately, I can’t answer that for you. Most of the time I can’t even answer it for myself. But this particular Sunday, I think Sarah and I got it right.
It was May 7. Sarah had recently started a new job. We had two tickets to the Chicago Cubs game that Sunday night against the New York Yankees. A big group from our church was going, and I certainly was not going to miss it.
However, being a night game in Chicago, that meant we probably wouldn’t get home until after 2 a.m. local time. Sarah decided that with her new job, she didn’t want to be out that late. So I asked my Dad if he would go. He said he’d love to, so it was all set. As it turned out, we had no idea just how late we’d be out…
Before we left for the game, we had to decide when we’d do Cooking With Sarah. We had church in the morning, and Dad I would be leaving to drive over to Chicago in the afternoon. So, we decided to make breakfast before we went to church.
You see, there already are a few points where we chose priorities. We chose to make Cooking With Sarah a priority. We got up a little earlier, yes, but it was worth it. Sarah chose not to be tired going into work because of a late night baseball game. Again, hold on to see just how wise a choice that was.
Bottom line — in the midst of the craziness of that day, we chose things that were important to us. It meant we had to miss out on a little extra sleep, and Sarah had to miss out on the game. But you can’t do everything. We felt good about our choices. And that was before we made waffles!
Starting Off Right
Sarah and I woke up and went about our morning routines. But today, there was a special addition — waffles! We got out our handy new 6-in-1 griddle which Sarah got for her graduation (Thanks, Kim Charles!). Then we went about making the batter.
I stirred and mixed while Sarah prepared the waffle iron. I took a glance over at it before Sarah poured on the batter.
You see, this new griddle has a few different attachments. If we had wanted pancakes, this wouldn’t have been the right attachment. There was a griddle for that. But we wanted waffles. So that meant choosing the waffle iron attachment over the others. Nothing wrong with the others, we just made a choice. Maybe I just got waaaayyy too analytical with a waffle iron but, hey, that’s how my brain works.
I guess what I’m trying to say is this — if you want waffles, choose a waffle maker. If you want family time, choose your family.
Pick your priorties, then choose them.
Unfortunately, we didn’t have syrup. Since there wasn’t time for me to run to the store before church, we called an audible. I love peanut butter on my waffles, but usually I put syrup on too. This time we went straight peanut butter, and it was delicious!
Sarah and I sat together, sharing breakfast and good times. We smiled at each other and looked out over our balcony as the morning sun reflected off the ponds outside. It was pretty darn close to a perfect morning.
We went to church — another priority for us. For Sarah and I, our faith is the foundation of our lives. We surely could have slept in, skipped church and done Cooking With Sarah for brunch. But we didn’t. Why? Because our church is like our second family. And hearing words of encouragement on Sunday mornings sets the tone for our week.
After church was over, we came home and I got my Cubs gear ready. If you didn’t already know, I’m a pretty big Cubs fan. This was my first game in over a year, so I was chomping at the bit to see Wrigley Field.
I drove over to my Dad’s house that afternoon and we made our way to Chicago. The game was a 7:05 Central start. We got there more than an hour before first pitch. We saw the new plaza outside Wrigley, and we got our picture with a pretty special trophy.
We got to our seats just before the National Anthem. Perfect timing. We settled in for what we expected to be a great game. I was sitting next to my Dad at Wrigley Field watching my favorite team play. We got brats together and cheered on the Cubbies. Those are some prime father/son memories right there.
What we weren’t quite expecting was for this to end up being the longest interleague game ever. It lasted 18 innings — over six (!) hours — and set the record for combined strikeouts in one game. And the Cubs didn’t even win.
But the loss isn’t what I’ll remember. Even a spectacular catch from Kyle Schwarber (my favorite player) won’t be my lasting memory from that night. The view from our seats? No, not even that. Although, when we moved closer to the field in the 16th inning, our view was pretty spectacular.
No, my lasting memory from that night will be something my Dad said on our way home. I thanked him for staying the whole game. We both had work the next day, and I knew we’d be tired. That wasn’t even considering the drive home we had ahead of us. But Dad and I had said before that we would never leave a game early. He stuck with me, and I was grateful. Then he said this.
“You know, about the 14th inning, I thought, ‘How long can we really stay?’ But then I realized that if we left early, I’d just be driving home and sleeping. Instead I get to spend time with you at the game. Yeah we’ll be tired, but memories like this are more important.”
First of all, hearing your dad say that to you is pretty awesome. And that is surely a game that I’ll remember forever. But as with many lessons I’ve learned in life, my Dad was teaching me. This time it was about priorities. My Dad showed me that I was a priority for him. That felt pretty special. We didn’t get home till about 5 am our time. But it was completely worth it! (Thanks again, David Charles!)
So whether you’re making waffles or you’re at a baseball game, make time for the important things in life. Only you can choose what those are for yourself. But once you do, make them a priority.
You won’t regret it.