a professional counselor specializing in anger management
irritated me, but I got over it.
He had said he wanted to be a part of my next multi-session
communication seminar for trainers and speakers. He had
insisted he was ready to “bite the bullet,”
pay the price, and jockey his schedule so he could attend.
So I called to invite him to my upcoming series. But when
I told him the program would be on six Saturdays spread
over three months, he balked.
"Saturday mornings? Surely not on Saturday morning!
I simply can’t make it!”
Sleeping in, fishing, and golf flashed through my mind,
but when I reminded him how emphatically he’d insisted he wanted
the training, he told me this story:
Saturday morning several months ago, my wife was away for the weekend,
so I started to get breakfast for myself and my still sleeping children.
I’d barely gotten underway when my oldest teen age daughter,
Kendra, came in.
too early for breakfast for the younger kids,” she said. “I’ve
got a deal for you. Let’s you and I go down to the restaurant
and eat, then I’ll make breakfast for the others when we get
for that!” I said and got my billfold and car keys.
||When I locked
the door behind us and we started toward the car, Kendra said,
“Dad, why don’t we walk—it’s not even a mile.”
||I probably raised
an eyebrow, but off we went, father and daughter unknowingly walking
into a new world. Something more than an hour later, we were back
and Kendra kept her end of the bargain by feeding the rest of the
||The next weekend
my wife was home and had resumed her role as primary household cook.
Friday night Kendra came to tell me “good night” but paused,
sat down on the arm of my chair, hugged me, and said, “Dad,
I know Mom’s here to make breakfast, but-” she paused,
then continued, “but Dad, could you and I walk down to the restaurant
and have breakfast together again?”
he said, “I guess you know my answer to that question! Rain or shine,
unless I’m out of town, every Saturday we walk together, talk, talk,
talk, and eat breakfast together and talk, talk, talk. I’m not about
to break that chain! We’ve gotten to know each other, trust each
other, yeah, and love each other, as never before. I wouldn’t trade
that for the world! So your seminar is out of the question.”
I heartily agreed
and promised I’d let him know if I repeated the program at a more
opportune time. It never happened. But I ran into him a year or so later.”
“Clint, do you
and Kendra still have breakfast together each Saturday?” I asked.
He shot a sharp glance
toward me. “Don’t you start talking to me about that. I’ll
breakdown and cry!”
Shocked, I asked,
“Why? What’s wrong?”
from high school last spring—she’s gone off to college!”
He told me how those
walks and breakfasts had created an incredible bond between them. He treasured
the memories and cherished the relationship he knew would last a lifetime.
in full awareness that when you spend quality time with a child, it’s
like making a secure, high-interest investment. It will pay dividends
for years to come.
Create a routine which
lets you take a child to breakfast—if not once a week, at least
once a month. You can even do this with toddlers. They will treasure “My
time with Dad.” Or “My time with Mom.” Or, “My
time with ___________________.” --PDS
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2004 Philip Dale Smith