Marcus and I realized yesterday, for the first time, that our five year old has ears. And that she uses them to listen to us when we don’t think she’s paying us any attention.
My grandfather has been ill recently, and we’ve been making extra trips to visit. He’s at his home, in a hospital bed set up in the living room. Though I was nervous about how the girls would do, they’ve done a great job. They sing him Christmas songs (the other day he sang along and even danced a little!), talk to him and tell him about school, and bring him pictures. They are quiet when we ask them to be, and our visits have been good ones. It really lifts his spirits, and I am thankful for these precious memories with my grandfather and my children.
But when we left from our visit yesterday, I was a bit teary-eyed at the thought of my grandfather so sick. I stood outside the car for a few minutes with Marcus before we got in.
When we got inside, Erica (3) said, “Mommy, are you sad because Granddaddy is sick and is going to die?”
Samantha (5) stepped in, “I just told her that, Mommy. Is that right?”
I suspect her words were a combination of those little ears that we don’t think are listening and a recent conversation after we watched the movie Up.
Marcus was the one to respond, because her words were so innocent, and so sad, for me. He is such an amazing father–I’m proud to call him my husband.
In the future, I suppose we’ll be more mindful of those little ears.
In the meantime, if any of you have an extra prayer to spare for my granddaddy, I know he and my family would all appreciate it.