My husband and I got into an argument on the way home from shopping today. When we got home I went into the bedroom to be alone because that's what I like to do when I'm mad.
My daughter (who just turned four two weeks ago) came into the bedroom after me and said, "Mommy, will you come into the kitchen?"
I said "I don't want to right now honey, but I will in a little bit."
She then said, "But Daddy wants to talk to you,"
Then I said, "I don't feel like talking right now,"
So she left, then she came back about a minute later and said, "But he really wants to talk to you."
I said, "Well, then he can come in here and talk to me."
So she left again and came back with her daddy in hand. He stood there for a few seconds and then said, "What do you want?"
I said, "I don't want anything, Paige told me that you wanted to talk to me."
Then he said, "She told me that 'YOU' wanted to talk to me."
Then he looked at Paige and asked, "What was it that I wanted to talk to Mommy about?"
Paige looked up at him, put her hands over her mouth and whispered, "You have to tell Mommy sorry for yelling at her."
He then said, "I didn't yell at her." She said, "Yes you did, I heard you and you have to say sorry."
Then she said in her regular voice, "Okay Dad, what do you have to say to Mommy?"
He said, "I didn't even yell at her, but if you think I did then sorry," and then he asked, "What did Mommy want to talk to me about?"
Paige then said, "First you have to tell her sorry for yelling at her, then she will tell you sorry for yelling at you," (at this point I was holding in my laughter).
Then she said, "Ok Daddy, say sorry" He said, "I already did." Then she said, "Well, you have to say it to Mom so say it again," so he looked at me and said, "Sorry."
Then, she walked over to me and said, "Ok Mom, now you say sorry to Dad,"
and I said, "sorry."
Then she got a big smile on her face and said, "Okay, everything is okay now; now you can come out into the kitchen Mom, let's go."
This was a MountainWings Moment for me because I realized that at times a four-year-old can be more mature than two adults put together. She didn't care what the fight was about, she just wanted us to get along so that we could all spend some time together.
Life is too short for the arguments that next week we won't even remember how they started. And it took the act of a four- year-old to make it sink in for me. I'm so glad I took her advice.
~A MountainWings Original by Jana LaPoint, Sumter, SC~
And yup._Im 57 going on --hmmm---some days 5, others 20, others 95.
Im so many ages some days, I dont know if its time to get up and go to school--time to get up and go to work--or time to ring the bell in the nursing home to ask where my porridge is.
"Just not all there" :) generally speaking of course.
Thank God!! One is not alone.(Smile)
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Easy Does it..Keep It Simple..Let Go and Let God..
I don't understand if that happened to Elizabeth, or if that was a story from some "Mountain Wings" source,,, but.. it is a beautiful story and I thank you very much for it.
love in recovery,
amanda
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do your best and God does the rest, a step at a time