A little time with her
This evening, I had the joy of taking my little daughter out on a father-daughter excursion. We joined up with a dozen or so other fathers, along with their children—and one mother of three, bless her!—to assemble, glue, hammer and paint a “bunny basket”
We had a really good time: banging around, making noise, laughing, getting dirty (paint, mostly), making water-color eggs. And when the project was finished, and just needed a bit of time to dry, we all headed down to the “Large Muscle Room” for a little Easter egg hunt.
After it was over, we gathered up out things, danced in the hallway, and worked our way back to the car, where we caught snowflakes on our tongues. We wrapped up the night with a pair of small milkshakes from our local burger joint.
It makes you wonder though. There’s a LOT of kids in my town. So many that they are planning on doubling the number of elementary schools to handle the capacity. So, with that many little tykes running about, why were there less than a dozen dads at this thing?
I’m sure the reasons are varied. They probably range from the “Didn’t know about it” to the “too busy” to the “couldn’t care less”, but still… I know that not everyone could have made it, and honestly, that’s not my expectation. I just think that there must be more than 8 or 10 guys out there that COULD have, but didn’t, for one reason or another.
For myself, I look at it as an investment in her future. It may not pay off. My active presence in that precious girls formative years might count for nothing. But it might…
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