Life is sweet and so are little girls

Life was so much easier when my girls were little. I was speaking to an old friend today that I just happened to bump into at church. She shared with me the dilemma she had been through with her teenage children. I could totally understand her pain as our family goes through trials of its own. When the girls where little they were so cute with the way they looked after their Dad. Very quickly they learned that their Dad could not see everything they were up to. Child number three was especially the most cluie in this regard.

Child number three was born with the after effects of me having undetected gestational diabetes. At only a few hours old she was having seizures due to her blood glucose levels plummeting. Needless to say she had grown up to have a very sweet tooth.

This child was also a very good climber and if there were any treats in the house she would sniff them out no matter where they were hidden. She would climb the chest of draws, the pantry shelves or the door jamb to reach any height and nab herself a sweet reward. Not much has changed in her 16 years.

Needless to say this child had become an expert in hiding any evidence…wrappers were found in her pillow case, tucked under the springs of her bunk bed, or even behind the s bend in the toilet. On one occasion where I had found that some birthday sweets were missing in the cupboard I asked Dean to sort it out as I prepared for the evening meal.

Off he went doing the dutiful Dad thing. At the time child number three was only 18 month old. We knew that she had been in the cupboard because all the tell-tale signs were evident, similar to that of a mouse making a mess in your cupboard but instead of filthy mouse droppings and tiny corners of packets chewed open we found the pantry door left wide open, dining chair propped in front of the open door and several packets of cereal spilt all over the floor with a scattering of sweet wrappers on top.

Deano calling out her name he did three laps of the house not being able to track her down. The fourth time I silently followed behind him. To my utter amazement this sneaky cheeky little girl had worked out how to avoid being caught by her blind father. With her back up against the wall and hands flat against the plaster, head tilted so one side of her face was pressed up to the hard gyprock, like a jewellery thief that you see in the movies she was allowing her father to walk right past her so that she could not get caught. She has even worked out that if she used the door jamb that lead to the corner of the room she would have less chance of being sprung. Oh how children learn so quickly! To this day we marvel at her ability to work this trick out at such a young age and how smart she was to notice that her dad was not able to see her in different situations such as different light aspects of a room.

Although this does not seem like an earth shattering event it is just one of those little memories we have of rearing our girls and just a little extra obstacle in parenthood we never thought that we would have to face. Now days the obstacles seem so much bigger and more frightening but not caused by their father being blind but caused by a world that is blinding choices for youth. Never before has the internet been so accessible to our youth and I feel that some young people just don’t see the real world beyond the screen. I know that Deano would die to see the real world as I do, and perhaps one day he will, maybe not in this life time but in the next. My only wish is that our children don’t take their life and sight for granted and live life every day with a grateful heart and see in themselves what potential they have to make a difference for good in this world.