At 5:15 pm last night, the wailing coming from my home was heard through the streets of my town.
Amanda has just found out that her father-daughter hayride and campfire was called on account of rain. Kyle, not to be outdone in the drama department, mourned equally loudly over the fact that I would not let him have a Saltine cracker twenty minutes before dinner.
The mayhem continued for the entire twenty minutes until Dad got home. Kyle was quelled with his pasta and meatballs, but Amanda was still disappointed (even though the event will still take place next weekend). Terry and I decided that we'd create a new event: Family Movie Night. We ate a quick dinner, and Amanda and I went to rent a movie and buy some ice cream, while Terry got Kyle ready for bed, because what's a special family night without ice cream?
In the car, we talked. We talked about movies, teen superstars (most of whom my sweet Innocent doesn't even know), peer pressure, and why Parental Guidance (PG) is a factor in entertainment. It was one of those conversations that you can't contrive. A successful one simply emerges out of the moment.
We really enjoyed our movie. The fact that we enjoyed the ice cream goes without saying. I wouldn't have traded that conversation in the car for anything. I think I've learned to look for unexpected blessings in the midst of my disappointments.