Aaron wanted to hang out with me yesterday afternoon. Just wanted to sit and visit and enjoy outside. I said “sure, man, sounds great.”
Then ask me how small I felt when he followed it up with “and can we do it for at least 30 minutes?”
(Small, because the implicit rest of that is “before you go sit back in front of a screen?”)
Thank you for the gut check, my son. Thank you further for bringing it when you’re nine years old and I can correct course.
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This got even worse/better in the elevator down to leave this morning:
“Hey Dad, let me get one more hug before you turn back into your cranky self.”
Understand, this is just what’s on his mind and therefore what he’s saying. He’s not tweaking me intentionally.
I’m blessed with a wonderful family, but clearly there are some ways in which I’m asking more of them than I should. It seems I need to see about “(my) cranky self.” Wow. Just wow.