The P.A.

A weekly address from Patrick Adams,
President of St. Louis Community Credit Union

Don’t Miss These Moments

On February 29th, 2016, posted in: Uncategorized by

Hugging father sonWhile I don’t go there often, I was in my usual place drinking my usual – decaf coffee, fake sugar, real cream. Table in the corner, facing the room, catching up on some “office” reading – that’s the usual. I’d break of the mundane reading to peer over the top of my readers hoping for something unusual to rattle the usual and capture my attention.

As they say, “timing is everything,” and my latest peering exercise kept me from ever returning to my reading. Whatever was contained in the office memo could wait. I was witnessing something very special – something that filled my heart. Head knowledge is good, but for me, heart knowledge always takes the top spot of priority.

A Downs Syndrome boy, maybe eight, smiling from ear to ear, obviously excited about his excursion to the local Starbucks, walked in holding hands with dad. Not loud, not boisterous, just happy. This kid’s smile was captivating and spoke in volumes that captured the room. I was only one of many who had picked up on it.

He got his chocolate milk and his dad a coffee. They sat at a table for two, the boy ever smiling and the dad quietly whispering with an equally broad grin across his face. Then something happened that I can’t ever remember happening with my kids post-early childhood. The boy pushed back his chair and slowly stood, opened his arms, walked a short step to his dad, straddled his lap and hugged his dad with a hug that every parent longs to receive. Head on dad’s shoulder, eyes closed, huge smile, chest to chest – it’s been a long time. Dad hugged back unabated by the crowded surroundings. He was in no hurry for his son to end this show of affection. I, for one, got it. It was beautiful – as beautiful a picture as I have seen.

Was I so busy raising my kids that I forgot to love them? Or worse yet, allow them to love me? Did proper decorum dictate behavior? In my efforts to raise them up right, did I miss something? What would others think to see such a display in a public place? We were always in a hurry – had to be somewhere in a few minutes versus this dad who had plenty of time to stay only in the moment.

Slowly, the boy pushed back and gently kissed his dad on the cheek. Dad reciprocated. I left. As I headed to my meeting, the windshield wipers were on, but did little to clear the view from my eyes welled up with tears.

Young parents, don’t miss these moments. I’m afraid that I might have. I don’t remember. I still kiss my kids – grown men and women. We hug too. And we always laughed and loved.

I have grandkids now. God’s equivalent of a mulligan in golf – a do-over. I’m not going to miss it this time. Somebody else is raising them – I’m just loving them. It’s great.

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