March 23, 2009
During our evening bike ride tonight, I had to discipline Katie for misbehaving (I made her walk home instead of riding the bike). It always upsets her when I have to dole out consequences.
As I tucked Katie into bed this evening, I told her the story about one night when my dad tucked me into bed when I was four or five. I guess I had misbehaved that evening and must have had a consequence. Whatever had happened, I was really upset at bedtime. My dad came into my bedroom to tuck me in and wish me goodnight. I remember that he leaned over and asked if we were still buddies. I told him that we were not buddies. He kissed my cheek, stood back up and walked out, shutting the door behind him. I remember feeling so sad about having told him that and wished immediately that I hadn't. As I told Katie this story, I could see tears welling up in her eyes. She rolled over so I couldn't see her face as she fought back tears.
"Did you tell him that you made a mistake?" she asked, her voice sounding sad.
"Yeah, the next day. I told him we were buddies again... Are we buddies?"
"Yes, Dad. We're buddies forever."
Monday, March 23, 2009
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