When the For Sale sign went on my motorcycle, the first thing my daughter asked me was, “Are you going to sell your motorcycle?” It was not a question of if, but more a question of why. I explained to her that I did not need the motorcycle anymore, and that we needed the money more than I wanted to keep the motorcycle around. I could tell she was sad about the whole thing, so I offered to take her for a ride. She became very enthusiastic. I went and got the helmets, and off we rode through the back roads of Jacksonville and eventually ended up on Hwy 204 headed into town. It wasn’t a planned trip, but it was fun, and instead of just heading home, we went to a local restaurant to get some hamburgers.
Just being with my daughter on this impromptu date was fun for her and me. We had ridden together on the motorcycle together before, and as we ate hamburgers and fries, she recalled the different times, places we went, and things we did together. For the most part, we hadn’t done anything spectacular, no pictures had been taken, there were no main events, but I began to realize a couple of things: first, just being with my daughter is an event all its own, and second, this little girl is growing up fast.
At the restaurant, she did all the talking. Stopping occasionally to ask questions on some point she was unclear on, and sometimes taking a bite of food, she rambled on for many minutes, and I just listened to her talk. It’s amazing to see what a child takes in, their perceptions on things that have happened, and how they can come to some pretty amazing conclusions all on their own. She talked about stuffed animals and friends as though they were both an equal part of the world, and in her world I am sure they are. She talked about riding a bicycle, and how it is a lot like riding a motorcycle, except for all the things that are different, which she began to name.
As I looked at her and listened and watched, I began to wonder what kind of future is she going to have. Who will she marry? That thought reminded me of a story a preacher told about his wife who was busy praying one day. The preacher asked his wife what she was praying about and she said she was praying for a Godly husband for their daughter. The preacher thought this odd since their daughter was not yet 5 years old, but then his wife added, “Somewhere, there are parents raising a young man who will one day become the husband of our daughter. I’m praying for all of them.” That’s when the preacher knelt down beside his wife and also began to pray.
Since that time, I have begun praying for the future husbands of both of my daughters. As we wrap up our little lunch, I wonder if there are parents out there with a little boy, possibly praying for me and my wife and my daughter. I wonder if they have the same concerns about this world and a future for their children as I do, and if they care as much about raising their children right.
As I parked the motorcycle on the driveway, and though the motorcycle is still technically for sale, I took the For Sale sign off. Not because I didn’t want to sell it anymore, but for some reason I found I just didn’t want to sell it as badly as I used to.
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