Driving home from work I always have the radio blasting. It helps me forget about the stressful, frustrating day I’ve had dealing with the daily grind. By the time I pull into the driveway, I’ve changed from the pissed off, grumpy employee to calm, mellow Dad.
One of the coolest things about being a Dad is being greeted at the door by your kids who are thrilled to see you. As soon as I get my boots off, we’re all rolling around on the floor, throwing couch pillows at each other, giving piggy back rides, and having the best time acting silly.
After hugs and kisses all around, the next thing out of their mouths is, “What did you bring me daddy?, What’s in your lunchbox?” Ok, I guess that’s my own fault. I was so happy to see my kids and wanted to make them smile that I started saving a small treat or drawing them a picture on my lunch break.
I suppose there is some expert somewhere that would say it’s not a good habit to get into, but I think it’s a nice thing to do and it does make the kids happy.
I know they want to see me more than they want the treat and it’s just a little thing between us. They don’t even care if the lunch box is empty some days. Besides, truth to tell, I’m usually too busy to eat everything packed in it anyway.
My kids are older now and they don’t come running to the door to greet me anymore, but they do give me a “Wazz up?” and a nod. It still feels good when I give them something out of my lunchbox and they smile.
We’re all too cool to get sentimental about it, but it reminds us to appreciate the simpler things in life and let the good times roll.