Joyanna Adams

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Nobody Remembers a Loving Father in Paskistan

Nobody Remembers

I had the most delightful talk with a computer tech today, and he was from Pakistan. And it had nothing to do with politics, or computers, or the fact that his opinion was that I had been hacked.

No, it was about children. During the time I always have to wait on the phone, for things and programs to load when someone is trying to help me with a computer, I always try to start a conversation with whomever I am talking to.

“So, do you have any kids?”

“Yes, I have two. One is grown up, and the other is just two. And I grab him and kiss and kiss and kiss him, and he tries to get away, but I just laugh because he WILL be kissed!” He laughed as he explained to me how he is in control and the child just has to put up with it.

It was so endearing.

The man spoke excellent English. It was so great to hear a man talk about the dear love of his child.
I told him he sounded like a great dad. I told him a story about my father….

“When I was about three, I came upon my first real hill. I asked my father if I could go down the hill and he said, ‘Yes! Run as FAST as you can…go!’ So, off I went, down the hill running as fast as I could, and then the panic set in, I started screaming, and I couldn’t stop,”I CAN”T STOP!!” And I got about a third of the way down, and the rest of the way, I fell, and just rolled about fifteen times. I remember getting up really mad and my father was laughing so hard.”

THAT was my first lesson with the power of gravity.

“Are you hurt?” Ask my dad. “No” I said. And he just kept smiling that great big grin that I loved.

Of course he knew I wouldn’t be hurt, but I didn’t.

The tech was laughing too, and then…he told his own story.

“When my daughter was very little, she always went over to the hot Iron and wanted to touch it. We had to watch her constantly, because we were so afraid, she’d burn herself. So, one day, I made a plan. I turned the iron down to just warm…so that it was just enough to show her it was hot. I sat on the couch and pretended not to see her, and sure enough, she went up to the iron and put her whole palm on it. It didn’t burn her of course, but the look on her face was priceless, I will never forget it. I felt very proud of myself,” he said laughing again, “And I enjoyed the moment immensely because she never touched it again.”

“That’s a wonderful story.” I said.

The sheer joy we were both having bringing up our own memories, just remembering, made the terrible news that I had been hacked just seem…unimportant.

“You know, I feel sorry for people who never have children. They will never experience the very precious memories that only a child can give you.” I said.

He didn’t say much, but what could he say? The truth sometimes doesn’t need an answer.

Tonight, as I write this, I can say that I truly feel sorry for all the aborted children, now that we are finally talking about the subject, and just how many people don’t realize that life IS about those moments. Being a good parent. Teaching the child with love.

A child is the most priceless gift anyone can ever wish for.

We talked some more and found out we both became kids around children.

“Yes” I told him.” If there is a four-year-old in the room, I become four. I leave the boring adults and explore the world all over again with a child. I really don’t care WHAT the adults think about me at that moment.”

Both my husband and my son find it annoying that I will play peekaboo with the nearest child wherever I am. It’s embarrasses them.

I really don’t care.

He did the same. I found… a kindred soul across the sea. Who knew? Usually the India tech guys are so…serious. Maybe God knew I needed bad news mixed with reality.

Good Karma.

I don’t know if I will ever talk to this tech again. But, somewhere in Pakistan, is a small child who will probably never remember his father kissing him relentlessly, but I will bet all the gold in Nancy Pelosi’s Chinese vault that he will grow up to be just like his dad.

Intelligent, loving, successful, and rich in priceless memories of kisses that he once hated.

What a joy it will be to that young man to remember his father’s kisses, and to miss them.

February 7, 2019 - Posted by | Life |

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