Christi and I had been out making some decisions for the house (a common theme these days!). We arrived back home, and Graci, who had been babysitting, came up and nonchalantly said, "I think Elli's sick." "Why do you think that?" I asked. "Because she's just laying on the bed, and (almost as an afterthought) because she threw up all over the windowsill.
That's generally a good sign someone is under the weather.
And when poor Elli gets sick, it becomes like the old adage: "When Elli ain't happy, ain't nobody happy!" She's been doubled up in pain on the couch all night. And she's letting all of us know she's not doing too well. Poor kid!
Thursday, June 27, 2013
Tonight as I was tucking Jessica in she asked me, "Dad, would anyone ever rob our house?" This was completely out of the blue and I was kind of taken aback. I replied, "Well, it's very unlikely." She said "Sometimes when something gets lost for a long time, I worry that somebody robbed us. Or when you're gone for a long time, I get scared that somebody took you."
"Jessica, nobody is going to rob us."
"So I shouldn't worry about it?"
Jessica (with a big smile on her face): "OK!" Then she rolled over and snuggled into her blankets.
What power we have as parents. The power to calm fear or inspire fear. The power of being completely trusted by our children. What will I do with that power? I read a great quote from Abe Lincoln today: "Whatever you are, be a good one." I love the simplicity of that advice. Here's hoping I can be a good dad!