Last night my hubby phoned to give me some great news. It went something like this, “Don’t cook tonight because I am taking you and the kids out for dinner. I know you love Sushi, so be ready when I get home!”
Well… if that phone call doesn’t excite anyone, then I am not sure what will! Two bonuses enlightened me in that moment, 1) I did not have to cook; and 2) Sushi was coming my way and I wasn’t paying for it!
The kids and I dressed and got ready for our special night out.
We arrived and got settled at our table and I noticed a young girl sitting two tables across from us. She was a pretty girl and still dressed in her school uniform. She looked tired and somewhat irritated while she sat staring at anyone and everyone who walked into the restaurant. I never noticed anyone else at her table, as the waiter handed us the Menu. I knew exactly what I was eating so the time was all mine as I glanced across at the people sitting in the restaurant. Listening to my husband and kids discussing their choices of what to eat, my eyes caught this little girl again.
I was a little distracted. “Did I know her? Did I seem familiar to her?” I took my attention back to my family as they had all decided what to eat for dinner and called the waiter to take our order.
While we were placing our order, chaos struck with loud voices and a woman clearly not happy with a situation she was facing at hand. As I looked passed the waiter to see what all the fuss was about I noticed an elder woman standing up at the table where this little girl was sitting.
The lady was clearly drunk. She did not care to notice that the restaurant had come to a halt, and all eyes were fixated on her and the people at the table she was sitting with, as she caused an obnoxious scene with the waiter to bring them another drink!
The waiter walked off with our order, while the kids got up to go play in the kids area. My husband poured his drink and I looked over to the little girl again.
She was staring at me. Her eyes were sad. This time I never looked away, I smiled at her and noticed (we were advised later) her mother was having a (what seemed like) joyful and wonderful, less than what I would call romantic, time with the young man sitting up very closely next to her. Their actions were not for the likes of restaurant state material and they should have rather booked into a cheap hotel to carry on with their lower class acts, instead of acting the way they did in front of a restaurant filled with customers who were all there to do the same thing, enjoy their meals and their night out, and especially her daughter!
It was awkward. As I looked around the restaurant again there were very few people able to enjoy their meals to satiety. It was ruled by upset without reason. The table next to us, where a Mother and Son were enjoying their dinner called the little girl over to sit with them. She didn’t even blink or hesitate to their offer. The little boy collected a chair from a nearby table and the little girl sat for the remainder of her evening with her back toward her Mother and her friend. But still, on several occasions the little girl looked at me. She watched my kids and my husband and in my mind I wondered if she longed for her family. My daughter who had witnessed most of the evening said to my husband and I, “Mommy, my heart is so sore. I feel like crying for that little girl. I am so grateful God gave us a happy family”.
As my husband and I looked at her, my husband responded with, “There are thousands of more children who experience this every day, even worse”.
Eventually, her Mother and friend decided it was time to take their “private” party else where. As they threw back every shooter on the table and finished every other alcoholic drink that was in front of them, she called for her daughter. “Are you coming with us or are you walking home?”
By this stage I looked at my husband as though he had to rescue this little girl.
I felt like answering the question of abuse on behalf of the little girl! I was furious with the mother and her heartless actions.
The little girl sat still. “I am not going with you, she mumbled”, after a short while of confrontation from her mother’s so-called friend and a lady from another table who tried to get involved and assist where possible, the little girl got up and walked passed us. She looked at me as if to say, “please help me”.
My heart was broken, I could not stand to see what we had just witnessed.
We drove home in silence. I could not help myself by looking for her along the road.
This made me so angry, and it has really got me thinking that what my husband said is so true, “she is not the only little girl in this world who lives her life by being bullied and rejected by her own parents”.
I did nothing to help.
Perhaps this is the worst part of it all. I am not sure. I have never been in a situation like that before, and to be truthful, I didn’t know how to react to the situation – without dishing the mother and her friend with a tight fist!
We got home. I tucked my kids into bed and we prayed – as much as my heart hurt, I was grateful my children are safe. I thanked the Lord for helping me be the best parent I can possibly be to the children He has blessed us with. His own children He created for us to take care of on this earth.
As my children prayed, they asked the Lord to protect the little girl they had met that evening and to protect all the other children in the world who face the same daily difficulty and challenges in their own home.
I really don’t know how to end this post today. To be honest, what I witnessed last night has deeply effected me. All I can ask for, to every parent reading this post … be a positive example to your children EVERY DAY! In everything you do – the words you speak. In your actions. Choose the people you meet and spend time with carefully, and remember the people you socialise with reflect your own behaviour and your character – be wise with who you share your life and spare time with.
Single parents (and I was one a few years ago), so I speak from my own experience, be sensitive to the new partners you bring home, or better still, don’t bring anyone home to meet with your loved ones or children until you are certain the person you spend time with is of good, responsible and sober habits – a person who is capable of being responsible around your children and family, a person who is worthy of being met by your loved ones and who respects you, and a person who wants to spend more time with you, and your family.
This is such a sensitive subject. I know. And if you are a child who can respond to this today, I pray for you. I pray that your heart will know true love and you will grow up respecting yourself. May your dreams be vivid, may your life be filled with renewed hope each and every day and may your heart’s desires you so hope for come to pass in your life. You are so worth it.
There is a saying that says, “the apple does not fall far from the tree”. I do not quite believe this. As I watched that little girl last night with the pain in her eyes, I doubt very much she would choose to follow in her Mother’s footsteps one day.
Be at peace. Your future is everything you make it to be, so don’t lose hope. This world is unkind and it is filled with many unkind people and actions, but in truth, there are also many beautiful people on this earth, find them and live a good and solid life.
May God bless you each and every day. May His face shine upon you and give you all the happiness your hearts desire, today and forever. And to all the parents who love their children unconditionally. Thank you. Thank you for creating little people who will make a difference in our future one day, our next generation who is so desperate for loving, settled and kind people.
I salute you. Never go to bed believing your children don’t need you – they do and they love you, even in the times when you don’t feel it!
God bless each and everyone of you, your children and your household. Today and forever.
Love and God Bless,
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