Friday, June 29, 2012

The One(s) Overlooked...


   A man came home from work late again, tired and irritated, to find his five year old son waiting for him at the door.

     “Daddy, can I ask a question?”
     “Yeah, sure, what is it?” replied the man.
     “Daddy, how much money do you make an hour?”
     “That’s none of your business! What makes you ask such a thing?” the man said angrily.
     “I just want to know. Please tell me, how much do you make an hour?” pleaded the little boy.
     “If I tell you, will you leave me alone?” “Okay, I make twenty dollars an hour.”
     “Oh”, the little boy replied, head bowed down. Looking up, he said, “Daddy, may I borrow ten dollars, please?”

 The father was furious.

     “If the only reason you wanted to know how much money I make is so you can borrow some to buy a silly toy or some other nonsense, then you march yourself straight to your room and go to bed. Think about why you are being so selfish. I work long, hard hours every day and don’t have time for such childish games.”

The little boy quietly went to his room and shut the door. The man sat down and started to get even madder about the little boys questioning. How dare he ask such questions only to get some money!
After an hour or so, the man had calmed down and started to think he might have been a little hard on his son.  Maybe he really needed to buy something with that ten dollars, and he really didn’t ask for money very often.  The man went to the door of the little boy’s room and opened the door.

     “Are you asleep, son?” he asked.
     “No, Daddy, I’m awake,” replied the boy.
     “I’ve been thinking, maybe I was too hard on you earlier,” said the man. “It’s been a long day, and I took my aggravation out on you. Here’s that ten dollars you asked for.”

     The little boy sat straight up, beaming.

     “Oh, thank you, Daddy!” he yelled.

Then, reaching under his pillow, he pulled out some more crumpled-up bills. The man, seeing that the boy already had money, started to get angry again. The little boy slowly counted out his money, then looked up at the man.

     “Why did you want more money if you already had some?” the father grumbled.
     “Because I didn’t have enough, but now I do,” the little boy replied.

     “Daddy, I have twenty dollars, now. Can I buy an hour of your time to play with me?”

This is a story of a person I would never want to be…
I had tears falling down my cheeks when I read the last sentence because through this story I could relate so much on the father’s exhaustion, his irritability and annoyance after coming home from a long day at work… I had tears because I never want my kids to feel they EVER are in competition for my time with anything or anyone but I’m not sure of how good of a job I do in managing my life and priorities…

Review how you spend the hours and days of your week. Think about the amount of time your children spend with you. Plan how you can weave your children into your social life and knit yourself into their lives.
Learn to listen to your children. It is easy for us to tune out the talk of our children. One of the greatest things we can do for them is to take them seriously and set aside time to listen.

   To making time…


  1. WOW!!! That one cut deep!!! I used to be that father too. I read the story twice. Couldn't help but think about the line in the song by Harry Chapin "When your coming home dad?? I don't know when; But we'll get together then" Conrad


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