Tuesday, November 13, 2007

A Bad Day


Friday night I was getting ready for bed when the phone rang. When I answered I heard Lily's little voice saying "Meme, I have something to tell you". Now, I knew she was safe at home with her mommy and daddy, but the sound of her voice made me think she was about to tell me she ran away from home and wrecked the car. She followed with "Remember that flower ring you gave me? Well, it is all flat, it's broken." Her little voice was sooo sad. I told her not to worry, to save it in her jewelry box and we would get another one. Then, she started up with another worry. Mommy took Forrest to the pet store to get a new fish. She obviously did not get to go. Forrest is growing up and getting to do big boy things and I don't think she was coping with that too well that day. She went on, "Forrest got to feed the new fish...and I don't think thats fair!!!!" Well, I realized she was needing an understanding ear, someone to share her bad day with...even if she was only five years old.

5 comments:

Melissa said...

Ah, so sweet about the flower ring being "flat". Poor dear!

I am the designated fish feeder in this house. Keeps the "not fairs!" to a minimum between the monkeys. ;)

Grammie said...

Hi Beverly....I just loved reading your sweet post today.


Ahhh, remember when all of those little things seemed so big to us as children?

: )

kate said...

It's true that sometimes they just need an ear to pour their troubles/thoughts into. She obviously knew the person to call.

My son and I walk home from school most days. With a couple of well-worded and gentle questions I can usually hear a lot about his day, troubles and successes, just by looking straight ahead and not saying too much.

Beverly said...

Hi, Beverly, I was thinking about you tonight. I need to put you in my sidebar so that I come by more often.

Yes, I've been thinking of those Thanksgiving songs too. We Gather Together and Come Ye Thankful people come.

Martha said...

Thanks for stopping by my blog. I just read your post and you hit something dead center--everyone, no matter what age, needs a friendly ear sometimes. I think that's why I chose a career in therapy!