A few days ago, a friend of mine sent a link to the following video. I just watched it twice with my kids.
Because it is such a quietly poignant film, I asked them to just watch. I didn’t want to interrupt the presence of the film by reading aloud the subtitles. I asked my Darling 5-year old Daughter to watch closely and then tell me what it was about after it was over. When it came to the part where the son shouts at his father, my Sweet, Smiling 2-year old Son, ducked his head, wrinkled his brow, and shied from the PC. That fascinated me – and scared me. For far too often, I am like the son in this short story.
When it was over, I asked them what it was about.
“A bird.” My Darling Daughter said hesitantly.
I then gave them a brief, yet succinct narration of the story and we watched it again. My son, in anticipation of the yelling, covered his ears with his hands. I know he’s sensitive to loud noises, but I was a little concerned that the soft piano music was hurting his ears. Then it occurred to me to ask if it was the yelling that bothered him. It was.
When the son finishes his tirade, I told my kids the yelling was over. Sensitive Son, cautiously removed his hands from his ears.
Now my Dancing, Darling Daughter was full of questions. She understood more, had some context, and despite the language barrier, I think she “got it.”
As I write this, the kids are in brushing their teeth. I can hear my daughter telling her Mommy the whole story. Then my son says, “I no like it.” a moment of yelling, and he missed the beauty. This is an intense insight for me. He is very sensitive.
It’s a great story, and a lesson I hope to learn sooner, than later. I have a ways to go.
How about you – are you as patient with your parents as they were with you?