Pre-School Show-And-Tell

Today, I remembered that Owen, my four-year-old son, had show-and-tell at school. We sat at the top of the stairs, talked about the topic and picked an object, in this case his Avalanche jersey, for him to take. It took all of 3 minutes. 

But it’s three minutes that I haven’t had the mental capacity for in the last two years. 

Don’t worry, Owen has always had something special to share each Thursday, but it’s because Marc was on top of it. The concept of show-and-tell existed loosely in the realms of my consciousness but always in a fleeting, non-essential manner. Too many other tasks clogging the pipes up there. 

It’s crazy to me that just under 6 weeks ago, I was using every productivity tool in the book to maximize output. To ensure that every moment of every day was focused so that the house of cards didn’t fall to the ground. That I was present with my boys in the very specific moments that were blocked “Family” on my calendar. That I never dropped a ball, missed a deadline, or went more than 48 hours without responding to an email.  In some ways, that was exhilarating. It allowed me to do it all. A part of me will always crave the constant adrenaline high of the board room. 

But today, I remembered it was show-and-tell, and that is pretty cool too.