When Your Kid Says You Remind Her of Winnie the Pooh…
“Look, McKinley. That’s me as a bear: I’m a predator. A beast. Yet there I sit, in a hole I dug, dazed and confused.”
She smiled. “That’s not you, Mom.”
“This is you,” she said, referring to her phone.
I gasped. “Is that supposed to be a compliment?”
She giggled. “Sure. You’re kind, funny, and you have your own special kind of wisdom, like Pooh.”
“Like what?”
“Like when you’re lost. Pooh says, ‘I’m not lost for I know where I am. But however, where I am may be lost.’”
“Or when you’re late: ‘Rivers know this: there is no hurry. We shall get there someday.’”
I smiled at my daughter’s quick wit.
“Thank you, I think.”
“Sometimes the smallest things take up the most room in your heart.”
— A.A. Milne