Bad Daddy
Last night I was sitting in the living room
playing Angry Birds. Delilah kept coming up to me with toys, telling me a
little something about each one. It was non-stop, one right after another.
Finally I said, “and why are we doing an inventory of all your toys?” She
looked down at the heart-shaped comb she was holding and said, “I just want your
attention.” I was struck with the realization that I’m a bad daddy. I
immediately turned off the game and engaged in conversation with her. I’m just
glad she is clear-headed enough to tell me what was really going on. With that
kind of honesty and insight I feel it’s unlikely she is going to act out in
dangerous ways. I can pray, anyway. I love that kid so much.
:_(
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