Just what I needed most for now

Mary Poppins.
Undeniably a classic, a rerun on the player reminded me of something that I really had to put into my punny little not so bright brain of mine.

I have to say, it worked like magic. Helped heaps to make me realign relationships. The ones that we are blessed with but tend to horribly overlook.

Now tis what Bert replies to the children about their father.
I SO get it. After 24 years. NOW, I get it.

Let's sit down. You know, begging your pardon, but the one my heart goes out to is your father.
There he is in that cold, heartless bank day after day, hemmed in by mounds of cold, heartless
money. I don't like to see any living thing caged up.
They makes cages in all sizes and shapes, you know. Bank-shaped some of 'em, carpets and
all.
Look at it this way. You've got your mother to look after you. And
Mary Poppins, and Constable Jones and me. Who looks after your father? Tell me that. When
something terrible happens, what does he do? Fends for himself, he does. Who does he tell
about it? No one! Don't blab his troubles at home. He just pushes on at his job, uncomplaining
and alone and silent.
I only observe that a father can always do with a bit of help.