The morning after my breakdown over what a horrible mother I have become, we were with our class of three-year-olds at church. As we were talking to them, Jason began asking several of them, “What do your parents do?”
He said a little girl answered, “My mommy yells at me all day and my daddy plays with me.”
A little boy said, “My mom and dad fight and my mom cries.”
In fact of the kids Jason asked, only one little boy actually gave his parents’ profession. He said, “My parents arrest people,” and then gave a demonstration as to how to put someone in hand cuffs. When we questioned his parents later, sure enough, they are both police officers.
I really appreciated Jason telling me what the kids had said. He didn’t want me to feel bad about what our daughters had said to me the night before. It was very sweet of him!