Last night, I took my little girl to run a few errands with me. I initially invited her big brother, but he wasn’t interested, and she begged to go. She loves to ride in “Daddy’s twuck”. We had a blast in Target, “window shopping” down each aisle in the toy section at least twice. Caroline is going full-throttle in the Disney Princess stage. How long does that last? Do girls ever leave that stage? I sure hope not.
Target was easy. Target has buggies (you non-Southerners might call those ‘shopping carts’). Target has girly toys and girly clothes.
Best Buy is a different story.
Some guys have Lowe’s or Home Depot. I have Best Buy.
It’s my Mecca. Heaven. I breathe in the technology and exhale peace and happiness and dorkdom. Ah, Best Buy. How I love you.
But taking a two-and-a-half-year-old to Best Buy is not Heaven, friends. It. Is. Not. Heaven.
By the time we made it to the checkout line with my new FitBit, I had worked up a sweat. A real sweat. The cashier: a young, college-aged guy, smirked and said, “Daddy’s night out?” I squinted my eyes at him and said, “This was my idea”. We shared a laugh this young guy couldn’t possibly understand.
Fatherhood is the greatest gift in the world. And some very hard work.
But I wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.
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Steve Austin is an author, speaker, and life coach who is passionate about helping overwhelmed people learn to catch their breath. He is the author of two Amazon bestsellers, "Catching Your Breath," and "From Pastor to a Psych Ward." Steve lives with his wife and two children in Birmingham, Alabama.
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