I had one of those moments last night. Minding my business, immersed in a video game, my text alert on my phone went off at close to 11p.m. With a daughter home from college and a son out with his friends, both of whom feeling their oats and getting their parties on so to speak, text at this time of night are an immediate epinephrine rush through my system…fight or flight.
Here’s what it said:
“…your son is such a fine young man. Your son is hanging out over here and my wife and I were just saying that it has been way too long since he has been here. We just love that kid. So glad he and our son are best buds.”
From the father of his lifelong best friend. I am choking up even as I write this. Some time ago, I lamented the fact that I wondered if my kids recognized the sacrifices I’ve made on their behalf or if they truly know the truth about my divorce from their mother and the hardship I have endured. This text answered that question.
There are countless parents this morning that got text last night with dramatically different messages. “Dad, I’m in jail…dad, I just got busted for DUI…dad, my friend has been in an accident.”
Not me. I got this text.
I couldn’t look around or smell the roses any harder this morning.
Thanks to whatever higher power exists in my life that allowed me the opportunity to experience this…and thanks to the father of my son’s friend for taking the time to make my day. Sometimes life does move pretty fast….