The notes have survived half a dozen moves and still live in that bag in my dresser.
They got a chuckle seeing images of his notes in his very recognizable handwriting knowing that they’ve probably heard similar tidbits and quotes from him throughout the years. It was great to use his own words of wisdom as a way to send him off into retirement with Mom. He worked for the same company for over 25 years and it was my honor to have the opportunity to show his colleagues what a loving and kind and generous father he is.
Lunch notes for my daughter full#
These notes came full circle six years ago when I used them as a part of Dad’s retirement dinner. I’d find some in purses and pockets for months to come and finally collected them all in a bag in my dresser. As soon as my friends and I sat down to eat, they’d look at me expectantly to see what pearls of wisdom my dad provided, asking, ‘What does the note say today?’ I’m thankful I kept most of these notes, even if I did so unintentionally or without the set purpose to do so. My lunch table soon came to expect these notes. The one common thread was that the notes always came on a scrap of paper torn from the kitchen notepad, sometimes with a grocery list on the reverse side. There were two weeks he got by on the Ten Commandments, but by day eight he struggled to remember what was left because he’d listed them out of order. Erin Robinson Erin Robinsonĭad also coached in my fast pitch softball league, so occasionally ‘Coach Dad’ would provide softball strategies and tips in the notes. Sometimes these notes were quotes sometimes they were safe driving tips. Erin Robinsonĭuring my senior year, Dad started writing notes and sticking them in my ‘lunch bag,’ typically a plastic bag from the grocery store. Dad also took over responsibility of packing my lunch for school.
We were way ahead of the ‘meal prep’ trend of recent years. A lot of our time together revolved around food writing a menu for the week, going shopping, cooking what we could ahead of time. We missed her a lot, but Dad and I grew close and functioned as a great team, establishing weekly routines to maintain order and normalcy in her absence. “As part of her work in disaster relief for the American Red Cross, my mom traveled a lot during my high school years and left me home with my dad.
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