I have a problem. I wasn't even aware of it.
Two weeks ago I was grocery shopping with the kids, and Abby was being her usual talkative self. Oh, and she was trying to be a helper, too. I don't know what she asked or what she grabbed for, but I said something to her. I could have sworn I heard her sigh. A woman near us said, "Whoa, I thought I had a good sigh." I just laughed, and I thought, "Gee, Ab's sigh didn't sound that exaggerated."
A few days later we were at Abby's ballet class. For the first time in months she told her teacher that she needed to go to the bathroom. I was a little annoyed because Abby had just told me she didn't need to go to the potty. I took her to the bathroom, William in tow, and helped her undress. Then Abby looked at me and said, "Mama, why are you mad at me?" I said, "I'm not mad at you, honey! Why would you think that?" She replied, "Because you said *sigh*." She let out a long, exasperated sigh.
It really astonished me because I truly did not notice that I sighed. Maybe the woman in the grocery store was talking about my sigh. I don't even think I'm aware of it anymore. *SIGH*
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God is trying to teach us the same thing.
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