When our children need therapy (and they will) they will cut right through all the pricey “getting to know my therapist, how my parents screwed me up” crap and get right down to business.

I’ve left a clear paper trail of how they got this way …

My father and his best friend piled me into the car for a trip to the ER. My father called my sister from the hospital to let her know how I was doing. My sister was inconsolable — she was convinced that I had died and no one was telling her!

My son last week was taking his nap and I was in the basement putting laundry in the washer and dryer. He was up and knocking on his door that he wanted me to come get him. Since I knew Id be a couple minutes I yelled through the vent that I would be up in a minute. When I got to his room and opened his door I saw him sitting on his floor by the vent and crying histaricaly. When he saw me his eyes went wide open and said, “Mama, you cant be in the vent you’ll get owies!!! Why were you in there? Dont do that again…I was scared!”. Oh my heart broke! Poor little guy…I love the things that kids say! Thanks for sharing this little story!

Just think of the stories you can tell. And no matter how much these two bring joy, havoc, or laughter into your life, just wait til you hear the word Pa,Pa, Your whole being changes forever to that little one.