I was at the coffee shop one night. It's a christian book store and coffee shop.
Well, when I was there on this particular evening, I was sitting facing the storefront windows. I happened to look up when a young man was walking in with his little girl. She was probably about 7 years old, not much older than that. They were holding hands and she was chatting away in the manner that I assume all little girls chat. The young man looked down once in a while, smiling and responding with words that I could not hear. She was all bouncy and skipping her way across the parking lot, all the while holding tight to her Daddy's hand. He came to the traffic lane, put his hand on her shoulder to stop her, looked both ways, took her hand again and they crossed the lane and entered the store.
He bought her a sweet drink and a coffee for himself and then they looked around a bit and left.
I was thrown back into memories and longing at the same time. Memories of a walk that I took with my Dad at a tender young age; and longing for those memories to be tender like the moment I had just witnessed. The one walk I do remember with my Dad was not a tender moment.
So, as not to become a bitter and angry woman, I decided that I needed to really search for a good walking memory for Dad and I. I can choose to be happy and full of joy or I can choose anger. There aren't too many memories, however, I do have a few...
Pescadero |
Walking along Pescadero beach.
Shopping with him in 1995 - we were looking for a fun shirt for my newborn baby - a trinket to remember the trip later.
Walking with him, while holding his hand, to his Father's funeral.
Walking through the marsh with him when he came to visit us in our home here in Wisconsin.
Not many walks, not many at all, but these few that I do have I have decided to hang on to. I have decided to put them at the front of my memory banks. I am happy for the little girl that I saw. Happy that she will have some young memories of happiness and togetherness with her Daddy. I may not have had the best role models, but there are good role models out there that I can use as examples and conversation starters for my own sons. I may not personally have had the best, but God puts people in my path, thereby showing me some of the best that is out there; and for that I am thankful.