I got to go to my first Daddy-Daughter dance last week. My eldest daughter and I had a wonderful time on our date and dancing the night away. We ordered what may possibly be the largest ice cream Sunday ever made. I was not expecting the ‘feed a large family’ size of it. We had a great time trying to devour it. We failed. Overall I had a wonderful time dancing and having fun with my daughter and making her feel special.
While I was at the dance I noticed a lot of disengaged fathers standing on the sidelines playing with their phones, not actively participating in any activities with their daughters. It made me kind of sad, but one dad takes the cake as my new poster child for disinterested daddy of the year.
This guy was sitting on the side with a freaking laptop. This was not a cute little pocket PC kind of thing, but a full on big sized 17 incher. His ‘I don’t want to be here’ demeanor was so blatant I actually stopped mid-stride and stared at him for a moment. Perhaps I’m judging to easily, and he was a member of the elite Air Force Cyber Command and he was single-handedly saving the good old USofA from a legion of evil hackers. Maybe he was remotely monitoring a sensitive science experiment that would consume the region in a black hole if any of the variables went outside the parameters. I don’t know for sure, but I’d bet you dollars to donuts he was playing Angry Birds.
No matter what he was doing, I do know one thing for sure. Somewhere in that sea of princesses was a sad little girl, wishing her daddy would dance with her.
Don’t be the kind of dad that plays with his phone at the diner table. The world WILL NOT end if you don’t respond to emails in nanoseconds. If you don’t look at your children when they are talking to you, you will receive the same treatment from them when they grow into teenagers. “Yea yea, whatever dad, can’t you see I’m on the phone?”
Would you lay down your life for your daughter? Of course you would. Why then, can you not lay down your cell phone, or laptop, or pager, or e-reader for her?
Don’t be the guy who shows up at a daddy-daughter dance with a laptop.