Don’t forget to be a Dad! Your kids need you!

T’was a sunny afternoon in gorgeous Florida, breezy and sweet as an apple pie with the right amount of vanilla ice cream. And as my wife and I watched the day go by its slow merry way, smelling of the scents that make Florida at this time of year such a wonderful place to live in, we busied ourselves with the things that one does to bring a bit of heaven to our own garden… We slaved around the yard preparing for the season to come with potting and planting, a series of not so leisurely tasks that required the usual trip to Home Depot.

As we were making our way home, just after the hour had rang 5 times in the afternoon we passed by our favorite Italian ice cream café and it must have been the smell of Italian charms or simply a telepathic connection that enables couples in love to always seem to have the same thought at the same time, we decided to stop by and indulge in a moment of heaven.

And as we were sitting there, quietly melting into the delights of ice cream, in to the shop walks a family of four, parents and their kids, one, a boy not even 10 and the other a really pretty teenage girl at the age where it is so easy to take the wrong turn.

There is always a stir in the air when the quiet of an afternoon is momentarily shifted and so it was yesterday after this new family, having placed their order waked past us and sat down at the table next to us. A while later, they had their ice cream in front of them, and the quiet around us set itself up once again for the lazy pace that a Sunday afternoon should never fail to have.

My wife and I eat at a different pace. She takes her time to taste and enjoy whilst I devour and of course it wasn’t long before I had nothing left on my plate and all the time to peek at hers.

Next to my wife, sat alone in the middle of her family, I could see the teenage girl who had just walked in, oh so busy showing to every one that she really didn’t want to be there.

She had long black hair, eyes as blue as a mid summer’s sky, with make up and everything as any rebellious teenage girl felt she had to have for a Sunday afternoon outing with her family! She was also dressed for the kill, revealing most of what nature had given her knowing perfectly well what she was showing… And unaware of course that the nature of the attention she was drawing to herself had the potential of disaster written all over her.

How did her parents (who seemed perfectly respectable from the little I could see of them) ever let their daughter out dressed like that.

“Have you seen the girl next to you?” I asked my wife with my eyes as we both got up and left the shop, and as she nodded her beautiful face to me, so did the Italian shop owner, the miracle momma who worked her magic with her ice cream and who had also noticed the same thing.

We went back into the car, but the intimacy of this perfect afternoon had been somewhat broken.

There were ripples in the air, quietly growling and reminding us both to be there always for our kids, ready for love and guidance and everything else that kids have a right to, including a stern word or two from a Dad when a daughter chooses inappropriate clothes for herself.

It’s your job Dad! Do it!

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