Big Dad, Smallest Piece

We were discussing last night how we both grew up with very giving, loving fathers. And how that really impacted us and made us want to be better people.

This was prompted by the fact that Kevin’s dad had generously offered to drive our moving truck cross-country to save us a sizeable amount of money.

We both had stories about how our dads, growing up, always took the smallest piece of dessert so we kids could have the larger ones.

You know how eager kids are to have the largest piece of brownie, or slice of cake, or scoop of ice cream possible? Kids always notice and compare whose piece is bigger, too.

[That’s why our moms always made one kid split something and let the other kid choose which half they wanted. It was the only way to accomplish the matter peacefully.]

Looking back, we realize how fortunate we were to have dads who put their families first – and one example of this was consistently taking the smallest pieces of the “good stuff” for themselves.