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2004-11-16 - 11:39 a.m. Once upon a time there was a little girl. Sometimes she would stay in bed in the morning after she woke up and think deep thoughts. Like how mommy and daddy could take care of her and her sister. What if they weren’t competent enough? How did they know how to take care of little girls? Who taught them? Didn’t they just finish being children themselves? Mommy and daddy talked about “finances,” “stress,” “adult responsibilities,” big words the little girl did not understand. All that she knew is that they sounded important and fragile and what if they broke and something went wrong? What would happen to her if mommy and daddy could not fix things again? The little girl grew up to be almost as big as mommy and daddy. She understood the “finances, the “stress,” and the “adult responsibilities” now because she lived in her own house. Every once in a while the little girl was overwhelmed and didn’t know how to deal with those things. She would lie awake in bed late at night and big tears would fall down her face. Now she was the one not quite done being a child. What if she was not competent enough? How did she know that she would figure everything out and that she would be safe? The little girl found a boy who loved her. When she would lie awake in bed at night, scared and crying, the boy would hold her. The boy would trace the tears away from her cheeks and tell her he would take care of her and that she would never be alone. The little girl felt protected. The little girl felt happy. The little girl didn’t have to stay up all night worrying; she could fall asleep in the arms of the boy that made everything okay.
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