Wow! Wow! Wow! I have multiple stories this touches deeply in my life. I am so thankful for Becky and her words.
“I wasn’t finished!” Elsa stomped her foot and ran to the living room. We were watching Mary Poppins and my sweet two and a half year old granddaughter had come to the end of her allotted thirty minute screen time and I needed to turn off the video.
Jane, Michael, Bert and Mary Poppins were on their merry-go-round horses and beginning to gallop off into the spring meadow. It’s a glorious moment in the movie. But I respect my children’s parenting wishes and told her we’d watch more tomorrow.
My heart hurt disappointing her understandable desire. She took the fly swatter that hangs on a hook and ran to the living room and swatted the floor and again said, “I wasn’t finished!”
Something about that sentence, “I wasn’t finished” brought tears to my eyes. I could hear her quietly rocking in her rocking chair. I was so proud of the…
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