I write a Personal Note each week, although I have missed a few here and there. It is a time for me to reflect and write about one thing, just one thing, that I experienced that week. I get to know you through your scrapbook pages. I see your delight when you have babies or grandchildren or weddings in your family. I see the sadness that comes with the loss of loved ones. I get to see your homes and your decorating styles, your vacation photos, and see some of your day-to-day life activities. I share my Personal Note each week so you can get to know me a little bit better. I have never had a “Guest Personal Note Blogger.” That would just be silly, as Owen (my 6-year-old grandson) would say and would defeat the purpose of a”personal” note. But this week I do have a Guest blogger. And it’s Owen’s dad, my son, Brian. Brian posted the following story on his Facebook page this week, and I just couldn’t NOT share it with you all. Although I wasn’t there when this happened; I certainly could have been. And I would have written this story too. From Brian’s Facebook Page:
This story is a little long but worth it.
We have a big bag of balls. Owen and Ella love playing with them but they don’t like cleaning them up…at all. Ella asked to play with the balls and Owen decided he wanted to play with them too. I reminded both kids that if they choose to play with them, it’s their responsibility to clean them up. They agreed.
Fast forward 20 minutes. Owen and Ella were done playing with the balls and I asked that they clean them up. Owen was not a fan. I reminded him that it was his (and Ella’s) responsibility to clean up the mess they made. Owen started to cry and ran to the couch to (probably) think about how unreasonable I’m being. I told him if he needs a break to calm down he can go to his room and clean the balls when he’s ready. Ella followed.