Today is Sunday

Today is Sunday. Today is cloudy. I got up earlier than other Sundays. I opened the door of my son's room, just saw him climbing out of his cribi. I hugged the little one and carried him back to my bed. The father was in his deep sleep, the little one pleasantly laid down in between.During my trip in Europe I missed my son badly. First time in my life I was resented about business travel. All of a sudden, I felt I can no longer dedicate myself to my career as wished. Family life is my top priority.At my age, it may be the way too often to make attempts to review and evaluate one's past. Both sunny and dark sides of my childhood make me contemplate my son's education. I wasn't the smartest kid and needed longer than normal time to build up my self. It took long time for me to observe my inner self as well. But my adulthood was by far quite successful.