Chew on This
Lia has learned to use humor to deal with painful emotions. For instance, she wasn’t able to go to a sleepover that she’s been looking forward to for weeks because she caught a cold the day before. She went through her grieving period this morning when I found her huddled in a dark corner of her closet weeping most bitterly. Like another redhead, Anne of Green Gables, she was in the “depths of despair.” But after commiserating with her cousin, she decided to make the best of it. This is how I knew it would be OK.
We were listening to the Bible reading for this week on CD. When we got to 2 Kings 23:26, the reader in his very British, very eloquent voice said, “with which his anger burned against Judah.” She said, “What’s the matter, did he eat your socks?”
Then, when she spoke disrespectfully, I had her apologize, after which I devised a punishment for her. I was about to start on dinner so I said, “You have to make dinner.”
“I can’t do that, that’s too hard,” she said.
“Precisely, what kind of punishment would it be if it were easy?” I said, momentarily triumphant.
“Well, it would be a punishment for you since you’ll have to eat it,” she pointed out.
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