Grimm's Musings: 'Daddy'
H.R. Grimm is responsible for this content, which is not edited by the Wilson County News or wilsoncountynews.com.
A child walked into the living room and interrupted the adults who were talking, as adults do, about things that gratify their egos, but rarely change the world. The little child was not aware of the magnitude of the content of their empty adult words of "here’s what people need to do." The child crawled up onto the lap of the man of the house without asking if it was acceptable and asked, "Daddy, can I..."
The words were barely spoken when the father put his strong arms around the child and with the focus of a determined warrior in battle, pulled the child close to his heart. The adults who were caught up in their endless chatter failed to notice that one of their party was no longer with them. The presence of this child blocked out all others for this man of men. The words that proceeded to flow from the lips of this little child were his marching orders for life. This was his one mission and by God's grace, he was not going to fail in defeating the forces that fought for the soul and mind of this little one.
The impact of his reaction to her presence caught the other adults off guard. They became painfully aware that this little girl outranked them and that they were now merely talking with no one listening. The little girl wrapped her little arms around his neck and completed her question, "Daddy, can I have a hug?" That was all she asked but her request carried more potential importance than could be understood by hurried politicians, big governments or even multi-corporations. Here was the real power, the true control of the future, the most expensive investment, and all she asked for was the acknowledgment of her existence.
The father, without stopping to hear the complete question, reacted to a natural trait of real men, men who are fathers to their children not merely "providers." Her eyes sparkled an "all is well" with her request granted, she wiggled from her perch, stepped down from the throne of her kingdom, and skipped from the room.
There was a moment of reverent silence given by all as the impact of this eternal moment sunk into each one. Being a witness to this event awakened the gnawing within the other adults.
You see, we are all still children inside. We remember all too well those past moments when mom or dad could kiss the tears away, hug the pain away, and by their very presence make the world secure. We all long to return there. For a few moments these adults were privileged to what they had been missing in life - security. Odd isn't it, that when a child speaks and the parent actually listens that all other’s words seem so shallow and empty. (hrg)