Lil’Roo (8yrs) cried tonight! We were all sat around the dinner table, eating tea. There was me, JB, HayD and Wyf2b, and of course Jemima (Lil’Roo).
It was a completely normal scene. Me, nagging the kids to use their knives and forks properly; don’t talk with your mouth full; use your manners. They are really pretty good, and it’s an occasional reminder mostly.
I noticed half way through, among the chatter, that Lil’Roo had gone a bit quiet. She looked a bit tired, and I asked her if she was okay? “Yes”, she replied.
Two minutes later she left the table, without uttering a word. Wyf2b and I exchanged quizzical glances. Must have gone to the toilet…but we have rules about asking to leave the table (old values), which JB (6yrs) was quick to point out.
I left it for a couple of minutes, then went to seek her out. She was in the living room. Tired, Must be. This was confirmed when I kneeled down in front of her and she immediately grabbed me, simultaneously bursting into tears! “Hey, hey, what’s wrong,” I asked.
To cut a long story short…
She wouldn’t talk to me, but requested a piece of paper and a pen. She would write me a message. I went back to finish my tea, and several minutes later Lil’Roo delivered her note to me, then quickly disappeared:
“Daddy, I love you very much. I just looked around at everybody and thought how lucky we all are, to share in this beautiful family.”
Touched. Completely. It was out of the blue. Completely. I went to find her, to see if she was okay, and she nearly squeezed the life out of me.
“I just saw it when I was sitting there Daddy. Everything stopped, and I just saw it. It’s special, family.”
I really needn’t say much more, but next time you’re all there together, at the dinner table or wherever, stop. Stop and look, and see, even amidst the chaos that is family, and see what Lil’Roo saw – it’s important.