Lunch date

Despite having read both of Mr. Ferrazzi’s books about building relationships and not eating alone, I still do – during the workday lunch hour that is. 

But I’m working on it! 

Today, I didn’t eat alone. In fact, I dined in a packed eating establishment with some of Atlanta’s smartest, up and coming future leaders. Today I enjoyed an early Thanksgiving lunch with my daughter at her school. You know, as I think about it there were other adults there, so technically you could say this was a networking lunch…but I digress. 

Zoe is getting close to the age where hanging out with dear old dad is bordering on being passé, but despite her best efforts toward appearing coolly un-phased, there was still a twinkle in her eye and a quick, controlled smile crossed her face when her class filed by the assembled parents and she saw pops waiting for her. 

Frequent readers of these pages know I enjoy participating in activities at the kid’s school, but the annual Thanksgiving lunch is one of the highlights of my parental duties – even though the veggies could have stood a bit more seasoning and I may have to lobby the school system to procure a higher quality brand of canned cranberry sauce. 

As always, I get to hang out with some of Zoe’s friends – some of whom are old timers who have been around since Kindergarten. This year, I had the pleasure of meeting a young man who happens to be interested in my first (and only) born. That part of the lunch didn’t go well (yeah, I know you’re not surprised), and once I completely calm down and gather my thoughts, I’ll share that experience with you at some point down the road. (…as I slowly count to ten) 

When I was in third grade, the pre-Thanksgiving highlight was tracing our hand with a crayon and scribbling a beak at the tip of the thumb and calling it a turkey. They certainly didn’t have special lunches for parents back in the 70s. I don’t know why. Maybe the ’73 oil embargo had something to do with it? Oh well! I’m glad they do now and I’m glad I have the opportunity to get away from the desk and the desktop to enjoy an early Thanksgiving with a young lady for whom I’ll always be thankful!

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4 comments

  1. Michael Charney (@BeckIsALib)

    The one thing I will never, ever regret is making sure I participated in my son’s life when he was growing up. (He’s well into his 30s now…). I umpired his little league games, cheered him on at his biking/freestyle competes, etc., etc., If I needed to leave work early, I did. If I had to skip something I would normally love to do (like a jam session with some friends), I did. I barely remember what I missed, but I clearly remember what I didn’t miss–his time. And he remembers all of it.

    Good for you, and good for Zoe. She’ll remember it, too.

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  2. Marcia Clarke

    Always take time to participate in everything concerning Zoe; take it from me–they grow up way too fast. Enjoy her!

    Our two daughtes are now grown with families of their own and we now have 3 grandchildren (yes,we are doting on them) anytime we can. Two live in the ATL, one in Florida–I visit as often as I can to see all my girls (2 daughters, 3 granddaughters) Loving life!

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