When my babies came home tonight, after the relentless hugs and kisses, we cuddled up so they could tell me about their weekend. They always have a great time with their dad so they had lots of good stuff to share, including the amount of candy eaten (said with devilish grins).
After we were all caught up, I asked if they wanted to do anything special this week. It’s a rare week when we don’t have anything pressing – no doc appts, dentist visits, meetings, after school activities, etc. I offered a dinner out, anywhere they wanted to go.
The first place they both said was California Pizza Kitchen. It was like a Christmas miracle, they agreed without any arguing or deal-making at all. I asked if that was their favorite restaurant – as you know, these things change daily – but they both said no (sorry about that CPK, we actually think the food is great).
Then why would they pick it…
Prepare for gushing from my proud mama moment…
My boy said, “We want to buy another soldier’s dinner.”
My girl added, “Can I bring my wallet and pay for one too?”
Back story – Whenever we are at CPK, we seem to see someone in the military eating alone. I talk to my children about a soldier’s sacrifice and bravery a lot, as well as the pride and strength of the American spirit. As a proud Army brat, I feel like buying a meal for someone who is protecting our freedoms is literally the least that I can do.
You will never hear my political views, they are mine to believe. But with everything going on in our country right now, the antipathy and hostility on both sides of the aisle, it was just heart warming and refreshing to witness raw kindness and innocent belief in doing the right thing.