Last week, Susie discovered that if she turned on the charm, she could convince her daddy to let her watch the NBA playoffs when she should have been sleeping.
I understand her motivation. There’s nothing like watching the game with your dad. I have many such fond memories, myself. I loved how animated my Dad would become when his alma mater was playing, and how patiently he would explain the rules of the game to me. I loved our laid-back Saturday afternoons when he would turn on the golf tournament and we’d cheer for Phil Mickelson until he would doze off in the easy chair beside me. I am proud to say that, thanks to those beloved times together, I can tell the difference between a birdie and a bogie, if not a pitching wedge and a 9 iron. And I can tell that it meant the world to my dad.
And I can tell it means the world to Jim. Of course, the girls probably will know more about perfecting their wakeboard stance or popping a wheelie than they will a two-point conversion or an alley-oop, but that’s not the point. What matters is spending time doing what you love with the people who you love.
Your family will love you for it.
