“Oh, I’m just not the crying kind.” Famous last words.
I used to try and convince my wife that I’m not the typical “dramatic musician” who wears his emotion on his sleeve, but I’ve since given up the charade. What can I say? I’m a sentimental person, and everybody knows it.
But even after coming to this incredible self-realization, every once in a while a conversation will still manage to catch me completly off guard. Take, for example, the conversation I had with my seven-year-old foster daughter this past Father’s Day:
Me: “Stop chasing your brother around the restaurant, please.”
Princess Butterfly: “You wanna play tag?”
Me: “No, you need to stop running all over the place. Come away from the
door please, people are trying to get in.”
Princess Butterfly: “Can I be the door man?”
Me: “No, you can’t be the door man. (Seconds later)… Hey! Get off the
ground and stop squishing your brother, please!”
Princess Butterfly: (Running over to hang on my arms). “Can I be a ballerina?”
Me: “Sure.” (She grabs my hand and twirls for a while, then starts lifting her
feet off the ground and letting me carry her full weight.)
“Ouch! Stand on your feet, please. You’re gonna break my back!”
Princess Butterfly: “I just want my Daddy…”
Me: “Okay, but you don’t need to be jumping all over the place.”
Princess Butterfly: “Daddy?”
Princess Butterfly: “Can I keep you forever?”
Yep. That one got me. I’ve decided that this bit of casual conversation with my seven-year-old is probably one of the best Father’s Day gifts I’ll ever receive.
And it’s official. Turns out I’m the crying kind after all.
Writing 101 Day 12 Challenge: Write a post inspired by a real-world conversation.
Today’s Twist: Include an element of foreshadowing in the beginning of your post.