The Conversation I Wish I’d Had Sooner
“Mia, listen to me.”
She looked up.
“I worked those Saturdays because I wanted you to experience something wonderful.”
“But—”
“No.”
I squeezed her hands.
“Working to pay for this was my part.”
I pointed toward her camp bracelet.
“Having fun was yours.”
Her eyes filled with tears.
“You don’t have to repay me.”
“But it was expensive.”
“I know.”
“You sacrificed.”
“I chose to.”
She stared at me.
“A child can understand that something costs money without believing she has to become smaller because of it.”
That finally made her cry.
I pulled her into my arms.
“You are allowed to enjoy things.”
“You’re allowed to have the last cookie.”
“You’re allowed to choose the horseback ride.”
“And you’re allowed to let someone else help you.”
She whispered, “Even if you worked for it?”
“Especially then.”
The Grocery Store
The next morning, Mia went grocery shopping with me and her grandmother, Dorothy.
She picked up her favorite cereal.
She checked the price.
Then she put it back.
“I’ll get this one instead.”
It was cheaper.
I quietly put her favorite cereal back into the cart.
She looked at me.
“Dad.”
“That’s your cereal.”
“But this one costs less.”
“Today, we’re buying the cereal you like.”
Dorothy watched us.
Then she picked up a package of expensive cookies.
She hesitated.
“I probably shouldn’t—”
Mia looked at her.
Dorothy laughed.
