Walking past the vending machine at work recently, I noticed it was stocked with jalapeno Krunchers potato chips. I hadn’t seen that brand in years. In that moment, I was transported back to my childhood. My dad would sometimes bring those chips home from the store. I remember not liking them all that much as a kid—the kettle-cooked chips were incredibly hard and spicy.
I was standing in front of the vending machine…but in my head, I was spending time with Dad. I bought the chips and took them back to my desk.
Since then, I have gone back to the machine several times just to buy those chips. Today, as an adult, I think they’re delicious and I enjoy the extra crunch. But mostly, I buy them because I know Dad likes them. Even though I am in Pennsylvania and he’s in South Carolina, it’s a moment of connection for me.
This may seem like a silly story—maybe to you, it’s just a bag of chips.
For me, it’s more. I have incredible memories of growing up and spending time with my father. Our family shared so many wonderful adventures and still tell stories about those times.
But it also led me to one other thought: I am thankful that my dad is the kind of man who enabled me to have this type of reminiscing. He is the type of guy who always shows up, when and where he’s promised to be. He is steady and completely reliable. We never had to worry about his behavior or wonder if he would come home after work.
My father taught me commitment. He taught me that the vows we make mean something. He taught me there is no such thing as empty words and we must live up to the words we speak. He prepared me to love my wife and my daughter. And he taught me to strive to be someone who is a blessing to my family, not a liability.
Thankfulness washed over me as I opened my bag of Krunchers and took a bite.
Happy Father’s Day, Dad.