Sunday, June 18, 2006
My husband recently attended a Stephen Covey roundtable. I can be pretty cynical about this type of training, but to my husband's credit, he truly practices what he learns. He shared the following discussion with me:
Participants were asked to describe a personal event that affected one's "emotional bank account." One administrator recounted a recent trip he took with three generations of family. As he looked at his small son playing nearby, he confessed to his dad, "Gosh, I can't believe how much I love him."
His own father laughed. "If you think you love him now, just wait thirty years."
As we drove along, we both discreetly grabbed the fast food napkins stashed in the door pocket. My husband, for the grandpa who never lived to see his grandson, and I, for the father who walked away. It's times like Father's Day when I'm grateful we can experience the flip side of this coin, the profound and redemptive love we have for our children. Just imagine how 30 years will deepen our love for them.
I started to add another paragraph about finding the Father to the fatherless, but Barbara Curtis at Mommylife already said it so beautifully, I'll send you there instead.