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!