Saturday, May 21, 2011

Friday, May 20, 2011: Graduation Day

I woke up this morning at 4 a.m. Rather unusual for me because I have to take sleeping pills in order to fall asleep in the first place. I went to check on my daughter and she was awake as well. Being three years old, I found this too to be rather unusual. What would a normal parent do? Scold the child for being awake at such an ungodly hour? Pop her for laying in her bed quietly thinking about things a three year old shouldn't be worrying about?

I scooped her up and off we went to make chocolate milk. We shared this milk and we talked. About him.

I didn't much like what she had to say. A three year old heart is hard to trust. Sometimes its honest, and sometimes it says what it thinks will please you the most.

How could I know?

How do I know if I'm doing the pushing or if someone is pushing me?

What is an acceptable amount of pain to put up with?

Is unhappiness like a cold? You get over it? It comes and goes?

IF it goes, how long, exactly, does it take it to leave?