This
morning as I was combing her hair, Madeline asked me what I was going to do while she was at
preschool. I explained that I was going to work on making the next photo book
that I've started, and I was going to have two copies of it printed when it was finished.
One for Chris and I to keep for ourselves, and one for her to take with her when she
was grown-up and living in her own house or apartment.
Oh, I had no idea how traumatizing my words were. I thought that Madeline would think that it was thoughtful of me to have a duplicate book, but she must have thought that I was going to abandon her on the streets of Bangkok later today, with her little arms clutched around a book of photographs! I have never seen a sadder and more worried face on my little girl!
What else could I do but say, "Oh, Madeline, you can always live with us if you want to!" and give her a big reassuring hug.
But she's not going to really want to live with us forever, right???
Oh, I had no idea how traumatizing my words were. I thought that Madeline would think that it was thoughtful of me to have a duplicate book, but she must have thought that I was going to abandon her on the streets of Bangkok later today, with her little arms clutched around a book of photographs! I have never seen a sadder and more worried face on my little girl!
What else could I do but say, "Oh, Madeline, you can always live with us if you want to!" and give her a big reassuring hug.
But she's not going to really want to live with us forever, right???
