Eutrusca
17-07-2006, 15:51
Got this in an email, credited to "MountainWings." If you're a parent, or plan to be one someday, this is a very sobering thought.
Where you going?
Not "where are you going," but "where you going?"
As I held my shoes and socks in my hand, the six-year-old
repeated the question. After the second repeat the
three-year-old joined in.
"Where you going?"
People think that husbands are often bothered by wives asking
them where they are going. That's nothing compared to the two
little ones.
I was downstairs with them so I replied, "I'm going upstairs."
"But where you going?"
They knew that I did not require socks and shoes to go upstairs.
I could immediately answer them, I knew where I was going,
that wasn't the problem. The problem is that children,
like adults, often don't initially ask the real question.
Invariably, whenever I answer where I am going, I am bombarded
with the next question:
"Can I go?"
"Can I go?"
That's the real question they wanted to ask.
I have made it a point that wherever I am going, it is a place
that I would not mind my children knowing about. Whatever I am
going to do, it is something they can be proud of.
Whether you know it or not,
children eventually find out where you are going.
Eventually they ask of life on some level, "Can I go too?"
Where you going?
Not "where are you going," but "where you going?"
As I held my shoes and socks in my hand, the six-year-old
repeated the question. After the second repeat the
three-year-old joined in.
"Where you going?"
People think that husbands are often bothered by wives asking
them where they are going. That's nothing compared to the two
little ones.
I was downstairs with them so I replied, "I'm going upstairs."
"But where you going?"
They knew that I did not require socks and shoes to go upstairs.
I could immediately answer them, I knew where I was going,
that wasn't the problem. The problem is that children,
like adults, often don't initially ask the real question.
Invariably, whenever I answer where I am going, I am bombarded
with the next question:
"Can I go?"
"Can I go?"
That's the real question they wanted to ask.
I have made it a point that wherever I am going, it is a place
that I would not mind my children knowing about. Whatever I am
going to do, it is something they can be proud of.
Whether you know it or not,
children eventually find out where you are going.
Eventually they ask of life on some level, "Can I go too?"