EVERYONE I KNOW has many concerns.
I sometimes listen as friends entrust their woes to me.
I used to attempt advice.
I don’t do that anymore.
Now, I write stories. Not fibs, verbal illustrations,
And ask my Creator to take the words and interpret them
To whomever He wants.
Once upon a winter’s evening, my toddler daughter
Decided she was going to put on her “own” coat.
Normally, a parent rejoices when a child shows initiative to learn a new skill.
But she wanted to put the coat on with NO assistance.
There was a popular song on Sesame Street in those days
Containing the phrase, “I can do it all by myself.”
She took the message of that song to heart—and with all her animated emotions.
My attempt to help her—even to show her how to start—was rejected.
She was three, you understand.
So I watched the rather lengthy waltz, all too human,
Trying to put her right arm through the left armhole—of MY coat.
You know the Dance. The one titled, "I have no idea what I'm doing,
But I'm going to do it my way anyway!"
I really wanted her to succeed and ached with compassion.
Not only did she fail to get the coat on,
She became dizzy, fell, and bumped her head.
When the screaming and tears ended, she still wanted to do it
All.by.herself.
Ah, the wonders of human genetics and behavior training. . .
Help stood near, wanting the best for her, watching, helplessly hoping
As it always has for us all to this day.
THE END.
Copyright 2022, Gary Landerfelt, MyPericope.com
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