Let Them Be Kids

Let Them Be Kids

Let Them Be KidsA few years ago we became members of a Country Club near our house. I resisted joining for the longest time because, quite frankly, I thought there would be a bunch of snobs there. I thought we would have to sit up straight, eat with the right fork, and list our accomplishments regularly.

But my husband LOVES to golf, so we joined.

We had dinner there last night. We do this a lot more than I thought I would, and I’ll tell you why.

There was a little boy there, about two years old. He was running around the hall, just outside of the dining room. His dad was standing by, watching him, while the rest of the family ate their meal. An older man came out of the restroom and almost tripped over the little boy running by. I thought, “Oh no, he’s going to be mad and yell at the kid.” But the man looked at the little boy and smiled; “That’s exactly what kids should be doing!” he said. “Kids should be kids.”

I love our Country Club.

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