I was driving home from the airport last night when I got a call from Frank saying ‘Come to the softball field! I forgot the diaper bag!’
I was driving along all annoyed that it was eight o’clock at night and Caleb hadn’t had dinner when I started remembering some of the good times I had with my dad. Like the time we snowmobiled from one town to another in Alaska with no extra clothes or safety gear much less dinner! (Did I mention I was six years old and my sister was four?) Or the time I got a piggy back ride down a cliff to see a "bear’s cave." I don’t even remember how old I was during that one. Did those experiences make me more comfortable jumping on a plane alone to visit India? Or going horse back riding for a week in Australia? Or meeting a big potential client for the first time? You bet. So maybe unprepared dads and missing dinner isn’t such a bad thing. I relaxed and went to rescue Caleb (or was it rescuing Frank?) at the softball fields. At least Caleb was very happy to see me!