What really matters….
August 20, 2009Join me with this family. We are in their kitchen,listening.
“We are off to the shops…” Before he could finish his five year old daughter grabbed him by the knees and gazing up “daddy, can I come too?”
“Of course you can darling. How could we not go without you!”
She lets go, jumps with delight, puts on her shoes, picks up her small shopping basket and, skipping behind her father and elder sister, follows them to the car. Her father opens the back door. She carefully places her basket on the seat and moves across and fastens her seat belt and beaming expectantly.
They drive off and we follow them into the car park and watch as the three, holding hands, make their way through the supermarket doors.
Inside they take a wire shopping basket stopping here and there, filling bags, weighing and moving on.
Now they are at the bread and bun section. With an expectant feeling we draw close.
The father reaches into a woven basket once filled with buns and takes the last four.
Suddenly the little girl cries and, with tears running down her cheeks, she frantically tugs her father’s hand.
He looks down speechless, bends and, in open eyed surprise, holds her around the waist asking “what is wrong?”
“Daddy, you haven’t left any buns for the next person.”
He slowly straightens up, reaches into their basket and thoughtfully takes one of the buns and puts it back.
They move on. The five year old is holding her father’s hand and skipping.
