I just finished watching the first episode of American Idol. I was struck by something that happened just as the show ended. The last girl to audition, Leah from New York, was interviewed like many others and had an emotional story- like many others. She auditioned and knocked it out of the park and won a trip to the next round in Hollywood. When she exited the audition room there was no huge family waiting- no friends- no big celebration- just a hug from a guy who had been waiting outside.
What happened next was huge- Leah called her dad in New York and the first thing she asked was this, "Are you proud of me?" There was no screaming to the person on the other end- just one simple question from a daughter to her dad- are you proud of me? There was only one thing that mattered to this girl in this moment and is was that her dad was proud of her- it wasn't the guy there with her or that she had just met Randy and Simon or that she was going to Hollywood, but that the key man in her life, her dad, was proud of her. A question that every daughter wonders about and yearns to hear a resounding YES to from her dad, but also a question that many times goes unanswered by dads all over the world.
Just something to think about.