Family Life, Meaningful Living

Daddy Where Are You?

March 22, 2009
Dadd Whre Are You?
As parents, we shoulder a heavy responsibility. We want to provide the best for our children but unfortunately in our quest to do so, we are often so caught up in our busyness that we fail miserably as parents. We fail to hear the cries of our children craving for a bit of quality time with us. I believe all parents are guilty of this in varying degrees and I would be the first to admit it. We really should slow down and be there for our children. Life is too short and in no time, our children will be adults. We often look back with regrets for not doing things we should have done whenour children were still young.

Last night I was having dinner with my wife and my son Les at a small restaurant. Shortly after we had ordered our food, a young couple and their little son sat in the table next to ours. I was reading the newspaper while waiting for the food to be served.

I overheard the little boy in the next table asking his dad, “Daddy, why is the man in the next table reading newspaper?” The father replied in a very patient and loving tone. “Oh, he is reading the newspaper to find out what is happenng in the world.”

Shortly after that, our food was served. I heard the little boy asking his mum, “Mummy, whyare they serving the next table and not ours?”

The mother replied in a very gentle and loving voice, “They came before us and ordered earlier than us. That is why they are being served first. We have to wait for our turn.”

I was overcome with a very warm feeling. The little boy is so lucky to have parents who are so attentive to him and take an effort to answer the seemingly naive questions of the little boy.

Read the following poem and short story and watch the YouTube video. I hope they will touch your heart and bring a whole new world in your relationship with your children.

Where Are You Daddy?

Hey daddy, I’m right here -
Can’t you see me?

Hey daddy, I’m talking to you -
Can’t you hear me?

Hey daddy, I need a hug -
Can’t you touch me?

Let’s play catch daddy.
Teach me to fish.
Help me build a birdhouse.
Listen to my wish.

Daddy, daddy, where are you?
I can see you standing there -
What’s the matter daddy?
Don’t you even care?

I need you daddy -
Don’t you love me?

Never mind daddy.
Daddy Where Are You?

Daddy Where Are You?

To A Child Love Is Spelled T-I-M-E


“Daddy, may I ask you a question?” asked the little boy.

“Yeah, sure, what is it?” replied the man.

“Daddy, how much money do you make an hour?”

“That’s none of your business! What makes you ask such a thing?” the man said angrily.

“I just want to know. Please tell me, how much do you make an hour?” pleaded the little boy.

“If you must know, I make $20 an hour.”

“Oh,” the little boy replied, head bowed. Looking up he said, “Daddy, may I borrow $10, please?”

His father was furious. “If the only reason you wanted to know how much money I make is just so you can borrow some to buy a silly toy, then you march yourself straight to your room and go to bed. Think about why you’re being so selfish. I work long, hard hours every day and don’t have time for such childish games.”

The little boy quietly went to his room and shut the door. The man sat down and started to get even madder about the little boy’s questioning. How dare he ask such questions only to try to get some money? After the man had calmed down, he started to think he may have been a little hard on his son. Maybe there was something he really needed to buy with the $10 and, besides, he really didn’t ask for money often. The man went to the boy’s room and opened the door.

“Are you asleep, son?” he asked.

“No, daddy, I’m awake, ” replied the boy.

“I have been thinking, maybe I was too hard on you earlier,” said the man. “It has been a long day and I took my aggravations out on you. Here’s the $10 you asked for.”

The little boy sat straight up, beaming. “Oh, thank you, daddy!” he yelled. Then, reaching under his pillow, he pulled out a bundle of crumpled up bills. The man, seeing the boy already had money, started to gt angry again. The little boy slowly counted his money, and then looked up at his father.

“Why did you want more money if you already had some?” the father retorted angrily.

“Because I didn’t have enough, but now I do,” the little boy replied. “Daddy, I have $20 now. Can I buy an hour of your time?”

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