I am writing this while still in New York. The girls just woke up and are playing Monopoly on an ipad and Samantha is walking her dog. I miss writing my blog, so thought I would tell you a quick story.
The girls and I flew out of Long Beach airport which is a very small, redone, cool retro airport. They have a really great food section with fresh sushi, taco bar, espresso bar and a hamburger bar . Tabitha and Trinity wanted hamburgers to take on the plane so I waited in line while they watched all our stuff at the terminal. It was so peaceful just waiting like everyone else until the man in front of me starting yelling at his kids. He had a boy and a girl with him who I later learned were 7 and 4. They were antsy just standing in line and every time they moved he screamed, “STAND STILL, STOP IT, DON’T DO THAT, DON’T LEAN ON ME, ETC, ETC. ” He never stopped yelling at them, it was his only form of communication.
It was so hard for me to hold my tongue because I just wanted to say to him “Maybe if you actually spoke to them and carried on a conversation about the upcoming flight they wouldn’t be so bored and fidgety.” He seemed like a really horrible person so I was afraid to get involved. Finally the little girl, Mary, turned around and started talking to me. As we talked about my daughters, her brother Noah, instantly got involved asking me questions about Tabitha and Trinity.
The Dad looked at me, sizing me up and realized I wasn’t going to run off with his kids so he took his chance and left them with me and went and got some soup and gave the 3 of us a break from his nerve shattering yelling for a few minutes. I was so grateful he gave us a few minutes of peace.
They asked me 50 questions in 5 minutes about where I was going, who was I going to see and what were my daughters like. Just as the Dad came back, Noah looked me in the eyes and said ” I love the relationship you have with your daughters, it is really beautiful”
I shook my head and looked down at the 7 year old boy I had just met 5 minutes before and said ” What did you say Noah?”
“I love the relationship you have with your girls and the way you talk to them.”
He turned back to his yelling Dad, but not before he looked deep into my eyes for several seconds. His words gave me the strangest feeling, as if I had just met an angel.
What 7 year old boy says that? And why did he say that to me?
I knew something very special had just happened and felt oddly at peace as I returned to the terminal with the hamburgers for my girls.
Can’t wait to share my pictures and everything we did with you tomorrow.
xoxo tiffani
I’m so glad you are having a good time despite the rocky beginning! Kids are more aware of things than we give them credit for! You may have been the one and only person that has ever treated those kids with dignity and respect. I pray that the father may have learned a lesson also.
Making me smile. So glad those kids got to meet you. They will remember that “nice lady at the airport” for years to come.
Hope you are having a blast Tiff! What a sweet boy, he sounds like he understands well and hopefully has another adult in his life who can treat him with respect. xo
I love that story! Cannot wait to hear all about your trip! Missed walking with you and Tiara this week!
xoRorie
Good night. What an amazing story. I know you must be having so much fun. Look forward to seeing the photographs.
Oh wow … I can only hope that by some happenstance this post winds up in the hands of Noah and Mary’s dad and he realizes that better can be accomplished without the screaming and shouting.
What a wonderful thing for little Noah to say to you!
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WOAHHH, I love stories like this….
These little souls are born into this life for their own journey, I truly believe that. It helps to know this when things don’t go exactly as we had planned for our kids, or maybe they have qualities we don’t understand. I am constantly reminding myself that there is something SO MUCH BIGGER going on, that we may not see, with each and every soul on this earth. Sometimes, this helps me to stop trying to “fix things” when I just need to let go and let them be.
What a wise little soul that Noah was, he was born that way and is on his way to a wonderful life despite his crappy dad. My childhood was so ridiculous that all my friends say I should write a book. There’s no real reason for me to have come out as a stable, successful individual but I did. That was my souls journey, I guess, and I am so greatful.
Love this story, thank you for sharing!!
xoxo
Marcy
I was thinking the same as one of the other comments, I sure hope his dad finds this blog! Bless his heart.
Oh my gosh, that’s surreal. Kids are always amazing, aren’t they??
Aw. I am so glad you had that moment with those sweet kids.
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