She was late.
We had agreed to meet at 6:30 and it was almost 7 when I finally saw my teenage daughter strolling through the mall toward where I sat, waiting. Now I’d be late to my board meeting.
In my frustration, I did what many of us parents have done — I reacted and jumped to a wrong conclusion.
When we got home, the truth came out that her watch was broken. She thought she had indeed arrived on time. Gulp.
I penitently made my way to her bedroom where I heard her sniffling and knocked.
“May I come in?”
“Yes,” she said.
“Honey, I am sorry,” I began. “I blew it. I didn’t even ask you. Can you ever forgive me?”
She looked up at me through her tears and said, “Sure Dad, everyone makes mistakes.” We held each other for a few minutes, and I went on to my meeting.
My children are grown now. All four of our children are married and have families of their own, but I have to admit there were some days I wasn’t sure we would get here. Click here to read the rest of this article.