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Daddy Play With Me!
An Excerpt from the book Hidden Messages: What Our Words and Actions are Really Telling Our Children (McGraw-Hill, 2000)
By Elizabeth Pantley
Lily watches her program, all the while counting the minutes on the clock. Jeff loses himself in the mail, the newspaper, and the answering machine, looking forward to the completion of all his daily responsibilities so that he can play with his daughter. After some time on the computer reading e-mail, he trudges upstairs, loosening his tie. He can almost feel the steamy warmth of the shower, the comfort of those old sweats, the ... wait, what is this?
He turns to find a beaming little girl, who'd sneaked up the stairs behind him, given away by the soft thumping of her tiny feet. She musters all the vocal sweetness that she imagines a good girl to have and asks, "Can we play now, Daddy?" She doesn't want to bother him, doesn't want to pester. She just wants him close to her, laughing his silly laugh just for her.
What Jeff hears is persistence – a trait he will someday appreciate in her as an adult, but one that annoys him today. So, with a ruffle of her hair, he dismisses her with strained patience. "In a little bit, Lily. Why don't you go ask Mommy if she can play with you now?"
Not so easily put off, she is in position at the bottom of the stairs when he descends some time later. Her little face is fairly bursting with the effort of holding back her request. She doesn't want to annoy him, doesn't want to be inconvenient, doesn't want to be bad – and so, says nothing, hoping he'll remember his promise to play "later."
But he doesn't.
"Ready for some dinner?" he asks, walking quickly past her in an effort to stave off a few repeats of her "Want to play?" chorus. He enters the kitchen and begins pulling items from the refrigerator. Just then, the telephone rings, and little ears listen – as they always do – as Jeff answers. "Hello? Hey, Steven. How are ya? Great. Did you catch the game Sunday? I can't believe he missed that play..." And so he is lost to her again, this time to adult conversation, phone tucked between ear and shoulder.
