As I write this, I’m missing my daughter’s gymnastics practice. She left the house before I did this morning with a chipper goodbye, her chest puffing proudly in her sparkly bright red leotard as she gave me a noisy kiss from my husband’s arms. This morning, he’s the one sitting on the gym sidelines and he’s the one who will listen to tales of bar flips and cartwheels on the way home. I’m sitting in a coffee shop and working on this article as I prepare for a full day at church. – See more at: http://www.boldcafe.org/blog/theology-working-parents#sthash.HGLg7PJH.dpuf