It's moving day, and as I look around, I wonder, where did everybody go?
I see my 11 year old daughter, a whole lot of furniture, and the how I really don't know
"Are you ready? " I ask her. "Let's do it," she replies with a smile
And as we head down the stairs, that one single flight, quickly turns in to a mile
The hand truck is useful, but its killing my back; every step now taunting my age
And as I look at my Lily at the end of the desk, something else has now taken the stage
"Who are you?" I ask, as she lifts up her mattress and it carries it down the stairs on her head
"It's just me," she replies and runs back up stairs, to take down the rest of her bed
She brings me some water and tells me, "sit down and cool off, cuz you look overheated"
I thank her a bunch and pride fills my ears, when she says, "don't worry, we'll beat it"
A few loads then more water, a few more then a breath
One more trip up the stairs, nothing left
The other half of our crew is just now showing up, and Lily is losing her green
My She Hulk is tired and hungry I bet, so mama please get us protein
She borrows strength from a bull and cools off with ice tea, as she readies for one final round
And I can't help but wonder, as she turns green again, who is this girl that I found?
She really stood up and stood out for the day, and it wasn't for candy or cash
But for the love of her fans she calls mom and dad, and cries out to them, "Lily Smash!"
Calvin "Cheese Grits" Yerke
I have to say, I am still a little shocked at the way my daughter stood up on moving day. There is nothing inherently fun about lifting boxes and furniture, nor stairs for that matter. My knees and back were killing me, but my daughter kept the mood light and lifted things with me that most grown men complain about. It was a wretchedly hot summers day, much hotter than the fourth of July. It was the 30th for goodness sake. Lily hates chores; it is a fight to get her to clean her room, and when her heart is not in something, she will go so far as to feign narcolepsy. But that day was different and she didn't complain or negotiate. It was my pleasure, after all of this, to share with her my dinner and a movie tickets. Normally you would take your wife, but her and my youngest admitted to laughing about me and Scales getting stuck with the brunt of the work. Even when we got to the new place, it was Lily, who was the first to help me unload. I am very proud; family takes team work and my little girl realized what a lot of grown ups do not. She is learning that is not right to watch others struggle when you could help out, and bear part of that burden. Her contribution was huge that day, and gave me a lot of strength. Thanks Scale Lily, I love you.