Because I remembered how destructive I was as a child, as a father, I had ample distractions for my children. On one day however, I went to my six year old daughter’s room and upon looking in, saw her holding the scissors with which she had just cut the strings holding the lower left side of the blinds up. The plastic strips hung and my daughter looked at me with that “Oh no” look all one time children should recall. My morning prayer of “grant me wisdom and presence of mind” kicked in and I swallowed the yell that was building and replaced it with…“Did you cut the blinds?”“yes”“Why?”“I wanted to see what would happen.”“What happened.”“It broke”“ok. So, are you ever going to need to cut another set of blinds?”“No.”“Cool.”Then we went to the store and bought another set of blinds to replace the broken one. She was with me the entire time until it was done and we had a very nice morning. She made other mistakes growing up, but they were always different and with communication, were rarely repeated.I miss those days. ;)C.
Oct 18, 2014