this morning #1587.
this morning, my little sis asked me this pretty profound question. pretty profound for her age, that is. “do you think that dad left because he was restless?” “restless.” probably just learned the word & wanted to try it out. it just happened to be in the context of our dad, a man she barely knew. when he left, she couldn’t even talk yet. i bet all her “memories” are made up, formed out of pictures she’s seen & stories she’s heard. her question was similar to something i’d wondered myself though, so i gave her an answer based on what i’d come up with. “he had stuff to do. couldn’t do that stuff AND be our dad, so he left. doesn’t mean he doesn’t love us. he just chose to focus on that other stuff.” with an odd look, she said, “huh?”