July 4, 2019
He was crying.
“I just want to play,” he sobbed.
“There are better ways to play,” I said quietly, yet firmly.
I could hear the child getting up from his bed and walking towards the closed door.
“Show me,” he said.
“I will, but first I want you to think about what you did. Remember the last time you played like that?”
I could hear him slide down the door to sit on the floor.
“Yes,” he sniffed. “I got hurt pretty bad.”
“Who else did you hurt?” I asked whispering.
“You,” as he began crying again.
I opened the door and sat beside him, putting my arm around his shoulder.
“I forgive you and will always love you no matter what. But what I would like you to do is tell me all the things you would like to do. Can you do that for me?”
“Can I draw a picture?”
I smiled and he smiled as I said, “Yes.”
