A while back I wrote a post about how I did not feel appreciated at all. I was really depressed and was just down about some things which were going on in my life.
Well a week or so later my daughter asked me when I got home from work what I had to eat for lunch. I told her that well I was not eating lunch and had not ate lunch at work in months because I was trying to save money and also trying to lose some weight.
My daughter told me that it was not acceptable for me to not eat lunch every day. She then asked me if I wanted her to make me lunch every morning while she is making her lunch. I told her no, that it was not necessary for her to do that. She is not one who takes the word no lightly.
On my way home from work she called me and told me that I need to stop at the store and buy the stuff that I would like to have in my lunches. And she told me that if I came home without going to the store for lunch stuff, that there would be “hell” to pay.
So I stopped at the grocery store on the way home from work and dropped about 50 bucks on lunch meat, bread, sliced Swiss cheese, apples, pears, oranges, fruit cups, and yogurt. When I walked through the door my daughter ran to me and gave me a big hug for listening to her.
The next morning I woke up and found that she had already made my lunch and put it inside one of her old lunch boxes. I took it to work and ate all the contents of what she had packed for me. But the most important thing that she packed for me was a little left over Valentines cards (the type that kids pass out at school) that told me how much she loved me. I almost cried right there at the lunch table in the break room at work.
On my way home from work that day I stopped at the store and bought my daughter a half gallon of her favorite Blue Bell ice cream for just being so sweet.
Since that day my daughter asks me in the morning each day if I would like her to make me a lunch. I of course tell her that she does not half to do so, but every day she still makes my lunch.
I am glad to know that I have at least instilled a little bit of my loving nice nature in her. And I am also glad to know that I am indeed appreciated a bit at home. Now if I could just get her and her brother to stop fighting so much I think home will be perfect.