Based in Washington, Ross is a general manager of a food safety company. His musings explore life, work and every moment in between.

Mother's Day

Part of my baby preparations this year included trying to figure out what I do for Laura’s first Mother’s Day. Do I fight for brunch reservations with the rest of Tacoma? Bring flowers home? Write a nice card and help her continue to work on the nursery? I decided against all of those things and got her something really nice. I was excited about what I bought for her and it was going to really make her day. It was something that she would remember forever. As last week wore on, the UPS tracking started to freak me out a little bit. How can this package be late? I was guaranteed 5 day shipping! Alas, Saturday came and went and the package never arrived. Crap. Never the quitter, I decided to solve this puzzle with my brain. Through an elaborate ruse, I sent Laura out after making her favorite breakfast to run some errands and dashed over to the mall. I purchased her a backup present and rushed home before she returned. Later Sunday evening she opened her package to discover something she didn’t much care for and will be returning. Double crap.
 
Mother’s Day celebrates the importance of Mom’s in our lives. I tried to solve my responsibility to the equation with a gift and it didn’t work. When I think through all of the successful gifts that I have given to Laura, almost without fail, the one’s she places the most emphasis on were experiences and time we spent together. Her gift was not something I could handle with a transaction. This time equation has a direct correlation to my success at work. Recently I spent four hours with someone at work. We were able to get through much of the housekeeping, much of the catch up and were able to really get deep about ways in which we had not before. Before our time was up, he said to me that this was the most valuable time he had ever spent. I could not show up for our meeting and stay transactional on the surface, I needed to spend significant time to help.
 
As my brain is switching into parent mode, I’m going to do my best to block large sections of time to just be a Dad. When I do this as a husband, son or boss, it seems to work. My hope is that it will correlate nicely to fatherhood.

Eno Compton Jr.

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