“Are you kidding me?” the man sitting next to me at the indoor soccer facility last night yelled into his phone. He got up from his chair, ran into the hall and then returned, still shouting on the phone. Soon, he growled and hung up.
Suddenly, his 15-year-old daughter, wearing a soccer uniform, appeared in the doorway.
“I can’t wear my sneakers!” she yelled, apparently continuing the phone conversation they were just having.
“It’s 40 minutes home and 40 minutes back!” the dad shouted back. She argued some more for dad “running home” to get her turf shoes, and he argued back that sneakers work perfectly well on turf. Also, that she was in charge of bringing the right shoes to practice.
Finally, he stood up, packed up his laptop and told her, “You have two choices: Practice in your sneakers or go home.”
They went into the hallway where she argued some more, but he stood firm. Suddenly, he reappeared alone, opened his laptop and let out a big sigh.
“I guess the sneakers were okay after all?” I asked.
“It’s this age,” he answered. “They think they know it all.”
“You know, I’m a parenting author, and you did the right thing,” I offered.
“Thank you,” he brightened.
“Next time, she’ll remember her turf shoes,” I said. “And if she doesn’t, she’ll know better than to ask you to drive 80 minutes to retrieve them.”
“Good job, Dad.”
What do you think? Did the dad do the right thing? Does this sound like your weekday night?