Blockbuster loves me.
Why wouldn’t they?
In all the crazy ups and downs of Wall Street, I believe my late fees alone have singlehandedly kept their stocks soaring.
I try to be on time. Really. I do. I’m great at the big things. They get done well and on time. It’s the “little” things that sometimes fall through the cracks.
But last week, I was so proud of myself.
The movies weren’t due until Sunday, but I actually put them in my van on Friday. That would give me two whole days to drop them off when I was out running errands.
I swung by on Sunday – all smug and self-satisfied that this media giant wouldn’t get any more of my hard-earned cash.
Unfortunately, Blockbuster expects the movie to be returned and not just the case.
Who wouldn’t be anxious to get Jaws 3 back, after all? (My teenage daughter is on a shark kick.) You’d think they’d see the favor I was doing the collective IQ of mankind by keeping that one off the shelf. Three dollars and ninety-five cents tells me the Blockbuster honchos did not share my viewpoint.
A price is paid for overlooking the “little” things in parenting, too. Small things that you can’t plan. Not the trips to the park or Disney World, although those are great. But like the times when you drop off your son’s forgotten lunch and he wants you to stay and eat with him and his buddies.
Or when your teenager daughter is gushing about something while you’re trying to complete a task. And, instead, of just nodding and saying “Uh-huh,” you stop what you’re doing and really give her your full attention.
Saying a prayer for them out loud on the way to school.
Looking beyond their sometimes harsh words to see their heart.
Those seemingly small things that can easily fall through the cracks are often “Blockbuster moments” to our kids. Those are things they’ll remember. And if we're not careful, we -- and they -- can lose something very valuable.
An added bonus? They don't cost a dime.