Wednesday, August 31, 2011

Ruby's Eye's: A Short Summer Blog

I almost didn't write this particular blog, the last of the 'Ruby Stories' from our summer holiday.

Mostly because it will seem a little unbelievable.

But, I swear, it's true. I have witnesses.

Ruby's Eyes

We were having a barbecue on the deck outside the hotel. It took mammoth organization to move all the food and supplies down from the hotel room but it was worth it. Ruby and I had gone down early, leaving the chaos behind, so that she could finish her sticker book on animals. It was a fun project and we were almost done. Just as the last sticker was being placed on the last spot on the last page, the others arrived. Ruby proudly showed her work to her Mom and Dad who praised both her effort and her accomplishment.

Mike put the burgers on, Joe was sitting on one side of me, Ruby on the other. Marissa was across from me and beside Ruby. Ruby had asked for something and then said, 'I get it because I'm special.' We all laughed and I said. 'But Ruby, everyone's special. Your mom is special, and your dad is special, and Sadie is special, and Joe is special. I'm the only one here who isn't special.' Now, I said that just as a joke and it had it's desired effect, Joe rolled his eyes and said, 'What is this Mother Theresa day?' I answered back, 'What, modesty doesn't suit me?' And we were all off - except Ruby.

Ruby didn't hear any of our banter. Her eyes had gone wide. She was thinking very, very hard. She looked up at me and she had tears in her eyes. She said, 'Um, Dave ...' I looked over to her. I saw that she was very serious, so did everyone else, so we all quieted to hear what she had to say, 'I think that even big people, people who aren't skinny, and I think that even people in wheelchairs who can't walk, I think they need to, um, believe ...' it was clear she hadn't finished so we all sat, a bit awestruck while t a four year old struggled for words, 'I think they need to believe that they can do things too. They have to really, really, believe.'

It was an astonishing moment because she spoke out of somewhere deep in her heart. She wanted to tell me something, and she worked very hard to do it.

The spell was broken moments later when supper arrived and we began assembling burgers and hot dogs and corn.

Later that evening Joe and I were talking about it. He said, 'Like she had to tell you that!!'

I didn't say anything, but, you know ... um, yeah, she did.


theknapper said...

What an amazing child and someone who truly loves you. You are blessed.

Baba Yaga said...

Yes, of course she had to tell you that.
There's always another layer where one doesn't know, underneath the layers of knowing. (& it emerges in facetious but not quite facetious remarks like, "except me".) When the comment comes from a clear-sighted 4-year-old, I bet that goes down a couple of extra layers.

She's a credit to herself and her grown-ups.

Joyfulgirl said...

what a fantastic girl.

Anonymous said...

Like Baba Yaga said.
Thank you for all the Ruby stories.

Team Lando said...

That brought a tear to my eye. Love the Ruby stories.

liz said...

She is awesome.

rickismom said...

tremendous story; tremendous girl. But you knew that, didn't you?

AkMom said...


Beautiful story.

Beautiful girl.

Beautiful you.

Noisyworld said...

The the greater the number times you are told that, the greater the number of layers where you truly believe it.
Ruby could obviously tell you were only half joking, she's one smart cookie :)

Anonymous said...

Such an amazing young!!

Anonymous said...

Ruby is amazing!!!