When my daughter was growing up we didn’t always see eye to eye. And much of the time, I’m ashamed to say in hindsight, she wasn’t the one who was wrong. I’ve always had … let’s face it, issues … and sometimes she suffered for them.
But I did at least try to be a good dad. Back when she was a little girl there was a chain of fun places called “Leaps and Bounds,” and she thought they were really cool. Franchise owners would lease big storefronts in strip malls and fill them to the walls and ceilings with big plastic tunnel mazes. They were made for kids, and not for adults. But when the kid is very small, she will need occasional help. You could get lost in there. So ol’ dutiful one-legged Joel would dutifully crawl in there, dutifully failing to keep up with his rambunctious and not-at-all dutiful daughter.
I’d almost forgotten about that until now. My daughter has grown into a beautiful, remarkably issues-free young matron with a rambunctious daughter of her own, and it seems the play tunnel concept isn’t as dead as I assumed. Got this email this morning, reproduced in part:
Remember that place in Michigan? I’m at a kids birthday party at a play place right now, and I have so much more respect for you crawling through those tunnels with me. Some of those spaces are *small*. Good obstacle course training, though.
Heh. That was thoughtful.