The importance of a rubber chicken…

January 10, 2011

I woke up early this morning to make sure I made it to the Pentagon by 7:30am.

I worked hard all day long in what some would consider an important job.

I dropped off my dry cleaning.

I made dinner- to be honest I warmed up left overs, but I still nourished my family and that should count for something.

Kids are clean.

I snuggled with both of them- twice.

They fell asleep knowing they’re loved.

I got the dishes done and a load of laundry folded.

I did all of those things, but if asked what my single biggest accomplishment of the day was I would say “I fastened a rubber chicken keyring to Cayden’s book bag”.

Okay, strange I know but hear me out.

Before Cayden got in the shower tonight he reached in his front pocket and pulled out a keyring with a little rubber chicken attached to it. 

From what I gather he had to trade something “way cool” to get it- but luckily the Gods were pleased with him today and he was now the proud owner of an inch long rubber chicken keyring.

Rubber chickens are friggin funny.

Not as funny as monkeys- but then again I haven’t read a single Internet story of a dude getting his genitals ripped off by a rubber chicken- I think Cayden made a solid trade.

Cayden asked me to attach it to his book bag- “important stuff Dad, don’t forget”.

I put his prize in my pocket without ever acknowledging him.

Funny thing is, if I was Cayden I would have repeated my request.

I would have pushed until I got a response because rubber chicken keyrings are important and I wouldn’t leave anything to chance.

“Listen old man I need you to look me in the eyes and tell me you understand the words that are coming out of my mouth- THE KEYRING GOES ON THE BACK PACK, GOT IT? NOD YOUR HEAD YES!”

But Cayden didn’t say a word. 


It took the kids 45-minutes to fall asleep tonight.

I ironed my pants and shined my shoes.

I brushed my teeth, washed my face and put on some jammies.

I emptied the change out of my pockets and in the pile of change was a rubber chicken keyring.

It’s likely that no one will recognize the work that I do, how good dinner tasted or how crisp my pant crease are.

But tomorrow Cayden will recognize that what’s important to a little boy is important to a little boy’s Dad as well.

For at least one more day I’m deserving of his trust.

The most important thing I did today was put a rubber chicken keyring on my son’s book bag.

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Teri and the cats of Furrydance posted the following on January 11, 2011 at 12:56 pm.

You know, it is the little stuff that makes each day…like a new bar to replace that sliver, and how great a hot shower feels when your feet are cold after flapping around barefoot on a cold winter morning. Thanks for this reminder

Kristal posted the following on November 19, 2011 at 8:51 am.

I really love this post. So true. What I REALLY love about this post is that you are conscious of the fact that that really was THE MOST IMPORTANT THING you did that day. So many parents don’t get it!

I believe that our kid really want our presence more than presents. THAT is what they will remember. Something I am constantly working on. Thanks for the reminder!

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