When I was in high school, I had a little Friday afternoon tradition.
I would drive to Lover’s Lane in Dallas and treat myself to a McDonald’s Happy Meal.
Every week, I saw this dad there with his son.
The kid was about five years old and he and his dad would play with their Happy Meal toys and enjoy each other’s company for about 30 minutes after a presumed long week of work and school.
They never knew that I watched them and secretly enjoyed seeing them interact more than I enjoyed my salty fries.
You see, I went to boarding school and I missed my parents quite a bit. Week after week, this dad at McDonalds made an impression on my heart and I remember praying that my children’s father would be like this guy — a dad who is in the mix.
I graduated high school, went to college, got married and of course now we have a tribe of our own.
But I never forgot about that dad at McDonalds. I remember him almost every time I drive past any Mickey D’s.
Last Friday, David texted me a picture of he and little Crickie. David had taken her to work with him and they had stopped off for a Happy Meal. The kiddos couldn’t understand why I cried when I saw the picture until I explained to them my memories of a father more than 25 years ago who enjoyed his son as much as I know David enjoys his children.
So I guess today’s post is meant to remind us of a few things:
Take the time to spend time with your kids.
A little McDonalds every now and then is a good thing.
You never know who your simple little traditions may impact for decades, or who is watching how you interact with your children.
And the Lord hears every secret prayer and answers the desires of our hearts.