“You’re doing a great job, sweetie,” her father said as he pushed the grocery cart at a Walmart near my house. “I really appreciate you helping me.”
Every few steps, he stopped pushing quit as much, so the little girl could feel the pressure again — and then start moving again as she pushed harder.
The girl’s serious expression suggested to me that she had a job to do and that she was proud of herself for doing it.
When she grows up, it’s unlikely this little girl will remember this particular Sunday, but she will probably have vague, warm memories of helping her dad at the store when she was young.
It might not seem like a big deal to either one of them, but I think what I saw is one of the most important parts of raising a child.