Sunday, June 25, 2006

When Three Good Reasons Become One

I remember when I was really small. Whenever my dad would come home, I would run and hide. I had several tiny hiding places, because I was a tiny girl. Even then, I think I knew that my daddy didn’t really try to find me. He walked in took off his hat, put it on the dining room table, and began to call my name as if he were looking for me.

Eventually I’d get tired of waiting and run out to find him.

Then he would catch me. My dad would hold me tightly in a bear hug and he wouldn’t let me go. I would be so totally stuck.

“Daddy, please let go now.” I would lament.

He would laugh and tickle me.

“Give me three good reasons why I should.”

I would call for my mother’s help. She would say, “This is between you two.”

“But Dad, I don’t know three reasons.”

“Then I guess you’re stuck.” He would laugh and tickle me more.

“Okay, okay, Daddy, I’ve got them. Three reasons.”

“I’m ready. What are they?"

“I love you; I love you; and I love you very much.”

It worked every time.
−me strauss Letting me be

8 comments:

Trée said...

:-)

What else is there?

Mama Mouse said...

Love! The answer and reasons for most everything! I'm not sure who was wiser you or your father! The apples don't fall very far from the tree and the trees don't grow very far from the apple seeds!

ME Strauss said...

Hi Tree,
That's the truth. What a great response. :)

ME Strauss said...

Hi Mama,
What a lovely way to speak of us. You know I am very like my father. I wish I were more like him in some ways. Thank you for the sweet, delicious compliment.

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ME Strauss said...

Thank you!

dsnake1 said...

Liz, this is really beautiful and heart-warming.

ME Strauss said...

Thanks Dsnake.
I smile inside to remember it.