Head of the House

Our mornings always start way too early. Alarm goes off at 6:25 AM (and my alarm only gets one radio station, an OLD country station that always has some obnoxious twangy old singer yowling about heartbreak), and our feet hit the floor in a mad dash to get our Kindergartener and 4th grader out the door to catch the bus at 6:55 AM! I will never understand why Georgia makes the Elem kids start at 8:00, and the older kids at 9. Makes no sense, but, oh well!
The most difficult part of the morning is keeping our aforementioned "squirrely" middle child from waking his sister up (She'll sleep til after 8:00 if she isn't rudely awakened by loud-talking, ball-bouncing, wall-crashing-into, stomp-running, door slamming, or other general noise-making squirrely-ness. And the thing is, he's trying to be quiet! He just can't seem to keep the ants out of his proverbial pants.).
Angie and I, as often as we can, read a devotional together after the tornado leaves the house. This morning, we got into a discussion about what it means to be the "Head of the Household." Many guys just think that it means imposing your will on all who dwell inside your mini-kingdom. That all your minions must respond to your every beck and call. That high-falootin' idea may make you feel a little powerful, but it doesn't get you very far, especially when it's "business time" (Search on YouTube).
As with all leadership psitions, we guys have to follow the model of Christ and his leadership. He, of all people, had the right to dispel commands to all under his authority, but instead, he chose to serve. Always. As head of my house, then, I should be the greatest servant. It's ok to change diapers, help with homework, wash some dishes, clean up constantly after the tornado, and most importantly, serve my wife mostly by listening and giving her some adult convo at the beginning and end of each day. That's what she needs, so that's what I need to do.
I guess the early alarm isn't all bad after all. Maybe I should remember to welcome the sound of that annoying radio station as a call to rise and serve my family. It may help my perspective for the rest of the day.