The other day we had to do all of the kids bedding. Vance really wanted his "polar bear" blanket. In the morning, I brought the basket upstairs, found the blanket and gave it to him with his morning cup of milk. His smile was worth a million.
When I give him his cup, I always tell him to sleep some more before school. Sometime he does, most times no. When he doesn't, I usually get a treat. I go out to my car, get in and look up. One of his windows faces the back where my car is and he will look out. I wave, he waves back and smiles the whole time. That helps my day.
Possibly the night before the "polar bear" blanket incident, Quisqueya needed a different blanket for bed. I gave her one of my serape and called it a "Daddy blanket." She was thrilled. (It helps that it has yarn ends that tickle her nose.)
Most of the time, when I get home from work, my daughter will run up and give me a hug. The only prompting is Mommy noting that I am home.
It's the little things that make kids great.
...Paranoid Dad
2 comments:
i know what you mean. it totally rock to come home from a hard day and have faces brighten up when they see you. it kinda makes your hard day seem worth while.
I love kids. I just can't eat a whole one.
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