Last week Practicing Families posted one of my reflections on Christian spiritual formation and children. Here's an exerpt:
Some time ago my wife left town, leaving me with my daughter for the weekend. The possibilities were endless. We could do whatever we wanted. But we needed a plan.
What would she enjoy? Where should we go? I wanted to be a good dad, and as all parents know, coolness is correlative to one’s ability to conceive of and execute fun ideas. It was up to me to give direction, call the shots, and lead the way.
So like any good parent, I asked, “What do you want to do today, sweetie?”
From the backseat, I heard, “I want to go to Chuck-e-Cheese’s.”
“I don’t know where one is,” I replied, as we drove along a frontage road.
She responded, “There’s one!”
I was horrified.
I stalled and said I would have to think about it. I don’t care for animatronics. I have a sophisticated palate when it comes to pizza (I’m a youth minister). And I’m not very good at skee-ball. In fact, I stink.
But the “Chuck-e-Cheese’s as Dad’s Weekend Destination” campaign had been gaining momentum for weeks. Our daughter had found a token in our garage, and recognized the logo from advertising. She’d been talking about it. She wanted to go.
So I caved. How bad could it be? We eat pizza, get tokens, play a few games, and go home.
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