Tonight, while grocery shopping with my daughter, she told me she wanted Hamburger Helper for dinner again someday. (I confess, in my limited culinary skills, when Mom is unable to join us for dinner, Kate and I often partake of the Hamburger Helper).
Kate's face lit up and she said, "Daddy...do you remember the time we watched Jungle Book and ate Hamburger Helper???"
I kind of remember that evening. That's all we did. We ate Hamburger Helper and watched her Jungle Book DVD. Nothing else. Nothing fancy. I'm sure a lively conversation was held, but nothing more than that.
And it remains a memory for her. One that stood out. One that lit her face up, almost a year later.
That's the kind of thing that takes the pressure off as a daddy. We put so much pressure on ourselves to be there for our kids, to do this, to do that, to do the right thing. Always.
Those things are all important; but self-imposed pressure can be too much.
It doesn't take much.
Just some Hamburger Helper and Jungle Book.