Beanery Online Literary Magazine

March 19, 2009

Little Ears Are Listening

BEANERY ONLINE LITERARY MAGAZINE

LITTLE EARS ARE LISTENING

Fran

     “I want to be a body tool when I grow up!” little Jerry told his mom.
     “A what?” the very surprised mom asked.
     Jerry looked her square in the face and said, more loudly, “I told you I want to grow up to be a body tool just like daddy.”
     The young mom was at a loss for words. Daddy was an ad executive who occasionally did ad work for tool companies, but to her knowledge the little boy had never seen any of them. And the last thing she wanted was for her son to want to be anything like his dad, now struggling with a job loss, and drinking far too much. 
     “What is it you think daddy does at work?”
     “Oh, that’s easy! He gets to sit down, order some beers and have that pretty girl sit on his lap. Then he goes to work with his body tool.”
     Jerry seemed pretty certain about this, although mom was at a loss for words.
     “Jerry,” his mom said quietly, “I don’t know where you got the idea daddy does that.  He’s an ad man, he helps put commercials together, and soon, he’ll be back at work doing that again.”
     “No, mommy I heard you talking to him last night. You told him to go to work.  I heard you say he was a body tool. I want to be that too.”
     As the young mother sat thinking, she suddenly found herself laughing, somewhat hysterically, as it dawned on her what the young boy had heard—or thought he overheard. The previous evening when her husband had come in, once again drunk, once again sorry for being so, she had lost control of her calm demeanor and ripped into him.
     She remembered how her husband had said he needed to go to work, and in a moment of despair she had shouted, “Fine, go have a few beers, let that pretty lady from the bar sit on your lap and console you. Go to work, do your job, you BLOODY FOOL!”
     To the ear of a four-year old boy, upstairs half asleep, it must have sounded like “body tool.” It suddenly occurred to the mom that perhaps there were other things the young boy had misunderstood. The strain of unemployment can cause many, many stresses on a marriage, on a family, on society.
     When the dad came home that evening, after a long day of job seeking, they sat down and discussed what had happened.  For perhaps the first time in six months they found themselves laughing, and, in that, they found hope.

     This is a true story, although “Jerry” is not his real name. It would do us all well to realize in these hard times that the most vulnerable of all are the very young, with so little understanding, but with such a great desire to know what’s happening. These are not the best of times, but nor are they the worst. We’ll all come through the other side of the tunnel, different perhaps, but stronger too. Find time every day to laugh, at yourself, at a joke, at life in general, but laugh, for it does truly help us to heal.

ADDITIONAL READING:

REACH OUT

THE WELL-ADJUSTED CHILD

WHAT RIGHTS DO CATS HAVE, I ASK

FERAL BIRDS: THE LATEST COMMUNITY HAZARD

MIDDLE AGE KNIGHT vs. MODERN DAY SOLDIER

LAUREL HIGHLANDS

A Weekend in State College, Pennsylvania: Part 1

Jesus

Moving to the (Laurel Ridge) Mountains

LAUREL HIGHLANDS

AN OAK TREE MARKS THE PLACE

ABRAHAM, SARAH, HAGAR and sons ISHMAEL and ISAAC

BUSY—I’M SO BUSY!!! Lent Devotion #28

ON THE EVE OF 27

THE SWEETNESS LASTS A LIFETIME!!! An Adoption Reunion Story

The Old Rocker

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