Letting go
A friend of mine described a recent situation where his four-year-old daughter came to him in tears, clutching a broken toy. He could see what the problem was, and held out his hand to take the toy and fix it. She wouldn’t let go, but continued crying and complaining that her toy was broken.
“Give it to me, honey. I can fix it.”
The girl just cried harder, focused only on her own misery. She wouldn’t let go and allow her father to handle the problem.
I can relate–not to the parent, but to the child.
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