Zach and I went around to taco bell yesterday. We ended up with 7 free tacos. Yes, we spent a little gas, but it was fun to spend time with my son. He ate 6 of the tacos too! I doubt we saved any money, but I find having my kids in the car with me a great time for us to talk and connect. So even though we probably broke even on the cost, the time with my son was priceless.
This is part of an email I got today. It made me feel good about yesterday.
The sobering truth is that you can be in the same house or the same gym with your children but be clueless about what's really going on in their lives. Yet connecting can be something as simple as walking into each child's bedroom, sitting down and asking a few questions. It can be a quick outing for a milkshake or a hamburger. It can be stepping out on the porch together on a Sunday afternoon, just to check his or her plans for the week or ask if he or she needs to talk, to let your child know you're there to listen.
When you pursue this kind of heart-to-heart relationship with your children, you're actually following God's example. Wouldn't it be wonderful (someday) if your kids could say of you, "My parents have 'searched me and known me.' They know not just 'when I sit down and when I rise up,' but they also 'understand my thought' and are 'intimately acquainted' with who I am and what I'm like"?
That's the definition of an involved parent. Not just watching how well they turn a somersault.
I hope that Zach says that about me someday.
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