I was cleaning this morning because I had a pampered chef party this evening and as I was dusting I had to stop and stare at my favorite picture in our house for a while. I took both of these pictures with my cell phone and they didn’t come out very well but here it is.
This is my favorite for a few reasons. I mean it’s a very touching picture. Obviously a man walking with a young child holding his hand/finger. This instantly transports me back in time to the little duplex we lived in when we lived in New Orleans East back in 1983 and 1984.
Every morning when #1 was a baby and when she was first learning to walk (and even before that really) they (hubby and baby) would walk out to the end of the driveway with her holding his finger just like that so they could get the morning newspaper, The Times Picayune. Then he would sit cross legged in the driveway and read the paper and she’d sit in his lap with her little legs dangling over his crossed legs, sipping on his iced tea. He’d read her the sports page or whatever, it didn’t matter. She just loved to be read to and he loved their morning routine together.
Several years later, after we’d moved to Atlanta I believe, he saw this painting at a store in the mall he worked in. As soon as he saw it he fell in love with it. But he didn’t say anything to me about it until he’d saved enough money to go and buy it and bring it home. I almost cried the first time I saw it.
Now it hangs in our bedroom, between the bedroom door and the bathroom door. I am gazing at it right now. I love looking at it and it calms me. It takes me back to a time when we were young first time parents struggling to learn all the things we needed to know to raise our kids. And all it really boiled down to was what you see in that picture. Guidance and direction and spending time with your kids. That’s the best advice I can ever give new parents. Guide your kids, give them direction and spend quality time with them. Those are
lessons that last a life time.