Thursday, April 29, 2010


Assalamualaikum wbt...

Sejak beberapa hari yang lepas, buku How to Win Friends and Influence People tulisan Dale Carnegie sering saya pegang, walaupun tak habis-habis lagi dibaca..

Tertarik untuk share satu petikan artikel dari Father Forgets tulisan W. Livingston Larned yang diselitkan dalam buku ni..

Father Forgets

Listen,son: I am saying this as you lie asleep, one little paw crumpled under your cheek and the blond curls stickily wet on your damp forehead. I have stolen into your room alone. Just a few minutes ago, as I sat reading my paper in the library, a stifling wave of remorse swept over me. Guiltily I came to your bedside.

There are the things I was thinking, son: I had been cross to you. I scolded you as you were dressing for school because you gave your face merely a dab with a towel. I took you to task for not cleaning your shoes. I called out angrily when you threw some of your things on the floor.

At breakfast I found fault, too. You spilled things, you gulped down your food. You put your elbows on the table. You spread butter too thick on your bread. And as you started off to play and I made for my train, you turned and waved a hand and called,"Goodbye Daddy!" and I frowned, and said in reply,"Hold your shoulders back!"

Then it began all over again in the late afternoon. As I came up the road I spied you, down on your knees, playing marbles. There were holes in your stockings. I humiliated you before your boyfriends by marching you ahead of me to the house. Stockings were expensive - and if you had to but them you would be more careful! Imagine that, son, from a father!

Do you remember, later, when I was reading in the library, how you came in timidly, with a sort of hurt look in your eyes? When I glanced up over my paper, impatient at the interruption, you hesitated at the door. "What is it you want?" I snapped.

You said nothing, but ran across in one tempestuous plunge, and threw your arms around my neck and kissed me, and you small arms tightened with an affection that God had set blooming in your heart and which even neglect could not wither. And then you were gone, pattering up the stairs.

Well, son, it was shortly afterwards that my paper slipped from my hands and a terrible sickening fear came over me. What has habit been doing to me? The habit of finding fault, or reprimanding - this was my reward to you for being a boy. It was not that I did not love you; it was that I expected too much of youth. I was measuring you by the yardstick on my own years.

And there was so much that was good and fine and true in your character. The little heart of you was as big as the dawn itself over the wide hills. This was shown by you spontaneous impulse rush in and kiss me good night. Nothing else matter tonight, son. I have come to your bedside in the darkness, and I have knelt there, ashamed!

It is a feeble atonement; I know you would not understand these things if I told them to you during your waking hours. But tomorrow i will be a real daddy! I will chum with you, and suffer when you suffer, and laugh when you laugh, I will bite my tongue when impatient words come. I will keep saying as if it were a ritual: "He is nothing but a boy - a little boy!"

I am afraid I have visualized you as a man. Yet as I see you now, son, crumpled and weary in your cot, I see that you are still a baby. Yesterday you were in your mother's arm, your head on her shoulder. I have asked too much, too much.

Something to be pondered..not only to father..but mother also may forget...
Instead of condemning people, let's try to understand them...~_~"


AHMAD said...

understanding by condemning.

Norzila Noh said...

probably desperately want to be understood by condemning

AHMAD said...

How does "probably desperately want to be understood by condemning" works?

enlighten us more. Please.

Norzila Noh said...

a person may say he/she wanna understand people by condemning, not actually, not necessarily to understand them but actually want the people to understand and do as want he/she want.

as in this story, the father really want his son to understand and react on how to be a polite gentleman by condemning..but forget himself his son yet to be a man.

just my opinion..