Thursday, September 13, 2012

I got it, thanks.

     He was having a melt down about getting dog poop on his snowboarding boots.  I helped him clean them up and calmly asked him to please open his eyes and look at me.  He opened his eyes, but looked past me at the trees.  I took him by the hand to go inside and cook dinner together.  He slapped my hand away and whispered, "why does she make me hold hands. I don't ever want to hold hands."
     Well if I hadn't picked up on the looking through me part, I got that message loud and clear.

1 comment:

  1. i don't typically comments on blogs much. but know I am praying, praying, praying redemption for you and E.