“Slow day today?” I asked the attendant who had just refilled my glass of water.
“So far, but it will get busy very soon,” he replied.
I was sitting in an Indian restaurant, in a nondescript strip mall. The restaurant was tastefully decorated with photographs and fabrics, a cut above the standard Indian images of the Taj Mahal. There was just one more table occupied by another guest, from the more than a dozen tables in the restaurant.
“The food is really good,” I complimented him.
“Thank you,” he replied, “That is really meaningful to hear. This is my restaurant and I’m proud of it.”
“How long has it been open?” I asked
“Just six months,” he replied, “And I am learning something everyday.”
“Your first restaurant…?” My question hung in the air.
“Yes,” he responded, “I graduated six months ago with a BS, but rather than a job, I always wanted to start a restaurant. When I told my parents, they supported me and provided the financing for this restaurant. My parents are partners with me in this restaurant.”
“Wow, that is great!” I exclaimed, “It must be wonderful to have such supportive parents!”
“You don’t know the least of it,” he said. “Earlier this afternoon, my Dad called to check and see how things were going, and I told him that my two attendants had called in sick. Without saying anything else, my Dad and Mom came over. That’s my Dad at the filling water for the other guest. That’s my Mom, cleaning the tables over there.” He gestured to the older Indian gentleman and lady that were absorbed in their work in another part of the restaurant. I had noticed them earlier, but had not paid them any special attention.
“Well, enjoy your food,” he said, and walked away to greet another couple that had just entered the restaurant.
I sat there, ate my food, and thought about families. Parents buying into their child’s dream, financially. Pitching in to help without making a fuss, yet doing so from the background, not trying to steal the limelight, nor talk up their son. Demonstrating by deed, more meaningful than any words, what support, love, trust, and belief, truly mean. Families can be so powerful in shaping our world.