When I cover a story, I look for ways to understand and identify with the people I'm covering. One way to identify with Don Bundy, Laura Bell Bundy' dad, came this morning when my phone rang, shortly after 11. Crackling through the receiver was the voice of my little girl singing a solo in the church musical.
Certainly the setting, scale and purpose of that presentation are far different from a Broadway musical. But the pride has to be much the same, especially hearing the work and progress she made. It's the same pride I have, say, watching my boy do math that makes my head spin or hearing he made dinner for his mommy and sister last night. All of us who are parents love to see our kids grow, achieve and test waters. So, when I talk to Don or Laura's mom, grandparents and step parents after tonight's performance, I'll have an inkling of the pride they feel.
Of course, it stinks not being there for the big moment, and that experience made me appreciate all the more how blessed any parent is to be there for their kids' big moments. Certainly, there are many dads and moms who have to miss big moment after big moment, like soldiers serving overseas, and the other parent calling and holding up the phone so at least the absentee parent can hear is not an option.