Mum, stop nagging Dad every night!
Harriet, a sixyearold, stared at her mother with a solemn expression. Mum, I need to talk to you like a woman to a woman, she said. Emma, taken aback, simply nodded. Alright, what shall we talk about?
What about? Harriet asked, puzzled. Men.
So we must speak about men, Emma replied, trying to correct her daughter. Why is that? Harriet pressed. Well, if youre going to talk about people, talk about the ones who matter.
Brrr, Harriet muttered, dissatisfied. I havent even said much yet and youve already confused me.
Im sorry, tell me whats wrong, Emma urged.
Its not whats bothering you, Harriet snapped back, its whats worrying me. Im afraid for our dad.
What happened to him?
I think youve been staying up too late with him at night.
Emmas face went pale. Honey, arent you sleeping?
Of course I am, Harriet answered earnestly.
But I keep hearing you harass him with questions: Thats enough, its late, time to go to bed, turn off the laptop!
Mum, hes working on his laptop. He earns money for both of us£ for my toys and £ for your groceries.
Clearly hes being disturbed. Youre right, Ill try to be quieter. Are there any more questions? Is this conversation over?
Obviously, Harriet agreed, nodding.
Ill warm up some supper. Dad will be home from work soon.
Harriet sprinted to the window, eyes scanning the street for James, who was still waving from the driveway. She watched him, hoping his smile would stay bright.
In that moment she learned that listening with patience and speaking kindly can keep a familys heart beating steady, no matter how late the night.
