I saw something in a film the
other day that touched my heart. The character was a hurried
father who in the midst of all the demands he was facing was pictured at the
end of the night, making his little daughter her lunch for the next day at
school; you know spreading mustard on slices of bread, tossing on cold cuts. It reminded me of when I used to make lunch for Luke way back
when he was in grammar school. I made it a point to pack in
as many of his favorite things into that bag that I could find. To this day I
can easily recall him mentioning later that day how great his lunch was and how
surprised he had been; it gave me great pleasure. I did that because I remember
when I was a student, my lunches were very skimp and repetitive; to the point I
developed the idea that my mom just didn’t get it when it came to making
lunches; I eventually took over the task and at a very young age; complaining
just wasn't making improvements.
I learn self sufficiency through that. I guess it might also be true
that we’re prone to corrective behavior: That’s where we take actions in the
present hoping to correct the disappointment from our past. But that wasn’t all that raced through my observation. I
recognized one of those sweet moments where a parent can express their devotion
and love without a lot of fanfare. In the quiet evening…at the
end of an exhausting day, when no one is watching, I love you might just be
crafted in simple acts;
like providing a sandwich, an apple, and maybe a few
chips or cookies.
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