So, just a few minutes ago, Jessie comes into my room crying (not an unusual occurrence), but she did seem a little more upset than normal. “Aubrie said that she knows something that’s not special about me.” Now, I’m not sure if that was supposed to be, “Aubrie thinks I’m not special,” or if Aubrie knows one secret, tucked-away thing about Jessie that’s not special which really wouldn’t be so terrible. I’m guessing the first idea is what was implied.
After reassuring Jessie that she is indeed amazingly special in every way – insert lots o’ hugs – I called Aubrie into my chambers.
Sometimes being a mom feels a little like being the grim reaper. “Come into my parlor said the spider to the fly.”
So, I explain to Aubrie that her words hurt Jessie.
Aubrie: Words don’t hurt. They can’t hurt.
Mom: Oh, yes they do.
Aubrie: No they don’t.
Mom: Aubrie… (one of us is supposed to be the adult in this scenario)
So, the rest of the story is that we both say THE VERSE: “Death and life are in the power of the tongue…” Prov: 18:21 The truth is that the adult in this story needs the reminder as much as the little turkey does.
