be prepared for a conversation like this...
Sam comes to me and tells me he'd like to talk to me in private after he got in trouble for driving his little sister's purple princess car around the yard. (He's not supposed to be in the car since he looks kinda silly and he has his own go cart to ride.) So we go to my bedroom and he drops his shoulders, looks at the ground, shakes his head, and sighs, "I feel like a bad kid. I just keep aggravating Sophie and doing things to her that I know she doesn't like." Whoa. I just sat there for a minute, my mind racing to come up with a sensitive, yet direct response. I finally admitted that my dear, sweet sisters were once monsters that annoyed me as well. And that as a child, it was very difficult to not do things to make them mad. Oh yeah, and that sometimes I feel that way about Daddy, too. I explained that any time you live with other people, they can get on your nerves but that doesn't make you a bad kid. Then we prayed for patience with our family members and forgiveness for the times we lost our patience. He said he felt better after our conversation but I felt tired. It's exhausting trying to explain things on his level without watering it down too much and skipping over the truth. But I'm thankful that at least he does seem to be developing empathy. Now if we could just get him to be empathetic about our lack of sleep, that would be great.
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