They were just another random family having dinner together at a fast food restaurant. But I couldn’t stop listening to their interaction with each other — and feeling envious.
I don’t know these people. I’ll probably never see them again. They have no idea anybody was paying attention to them. But there were some things about them that made me want to be like them.
There were two little girls and a boy, along with their parents. Everybody got along and seemed completely relaxed with one another. The children were well-behaved for their age, but they weren’t perfect. The parents gently corrected when they got a bit out of line, but they were relaxed about it.
The parents seemed as though they liked each other. They were trying to figure something out about an online order that they were about to pick up, so they were collaborating in the midst of dealing with the kids. Nobody was snapping or being short. They were polite and helpful to each other.
It sounds completely unremarkable, but what I saw was completely different from what I typically see and hear.

As I faced my father’s narcissism, I had to confront who I’d become
There are times we need to quit; what do you need to quit today?
Whether it makes sense or not, I’ve learned to expect miracles
It’s hard to nurture what’s alive when you water dead flowers
Why do American Christians impose political beliefs on God?
We like to think we’re complex, but personality gurus pegged me
Liberal NPR, PBS? Why should tax money pay to influence culture?
Does the delusion that most people agree with us explain the appeal of majoritarian systems?