So a day or so ago, I walked into a room, and my six year old looked a little tense. "What's wrong?" I asked.
"Dad," he replied, "I'm not for sure I know who I am."
I paused, briefly, trying to make some sense out of his question. Then I just figured I'd respond directly.
"Well, I do!" I told him. "You're Jacob. You're my son."
He looked up at me, seeming relieved. Then he started talking about Power Rangers.
2 comments:
i have moments like that... it's helpful when loved ones put things into perspective and get us back to real life! you're especially good at that!
~smile~
Thanks for sharing that...
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