| Karis helping me re-park the car in the garage |
At home, Karis' hearing is quite awful. If the TV is on, it is as if she is deaf. She gets so engrossed in her shows (lately they are: Clifford, Curious George, and How the Grinch Stole Christmas) that she is oblivious to us calling her name... no matter how often or how loud.
HOWEVER...
In the car, we've had some pretty great talks. Here are three bits of a recent chat.
Momma was driving the family home from sister Julie's house. They picked me up from my final seminary class of the semester on the way. Lena packed a to-go meal for me. As always, Karis didn't eat enough of her dinner with her cousins around, so she immediately asked if she could eat my dinner. I advised her that I would feed her once we stopped the car implying when we reached home. She directed her next comment to her mother saying, "Momma, stop the car please." The adults had a good laugh at her problem solving skills.
As I was eating, Karis asked "You eat it all, Daddy?" I told her that I hadn't yet finished my dinner. She then implored me, "Save a piece for me, Daddy." I did feed her a couple of small bites of the lasagna in the car.
Later during the ride home, Karis received a couple of pieces of gummy fruits. I politely asked if she'd share one with Daddy. She quickly obliged and handed me one piece (apparently she follows in her dad's footsteps being so literal). Although still thankful, I did share with Karis that the piece she shared with me was already half-eaten. Without missing a beat, she very genuinely replied, "It's okay Daddy."
AND FOR TODAY'S HUMBLING CAR CONVERSATION...
The girls were being a handful around noontime today. I thought the promise of going to the "bumpy slide" park would help their spirits (and, in turn, mine). Not so.
After getting them locked into their car seats, Makena started fussing loudly about her right shoe. It was half on her foot. As I tried to push it back onto her foot, she screamed at me. So I went in again to remove it. Again she screamed at me. I put it back on her foot about half-way and she continued to cry hysterically. Frustrated, I left her alone and prepped for the ride. In the process, I shut Karis' door a bit too abruptly.
As I sat down in my seat, Karis calmly said in a soft and gentle voice, "Don't slam door, Daddy. You could hurt my two fingers." [Sister recently had two of her fingers shut in a bedroom door by Karis' friend.] Of course I had to get out of my seat, kneel down so I'd be eye-to-eye with Karis in her car seat, tell her she was absolutely correct, and then apologized for my inappropriate behavior.
Sometimes, kids are the best source of truth for me and reflection of where I need to work on my character.