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Everyday there’s something wrong with my life.

Everyday there’s something wrong with my life.

My 8-year old said this to no one in particular as my wife stood in the doorway on her way to bring soup to a homeless guy down the street.

This was after he said “Papa never does anything for us.” Which was brought on by him asking me to get him some yogurt as he walked by the refrigerator where the yogurt is.

There are so many aspects, turns, and perspectives to be seen from about a total of one minute of dialogue in our house that I don’t even know where to start. Maybe I should start nowhere and let it be. Maybe I should accept and appreciate our differences and varying perspectives.

My first thought was, “The four of us are all so different. What a wonderful thing.”

Photo below was taken the day before. So was that a time when something was not wrong with his life? How much do we take of what kids say as truth? How much is exaggerated? How much do we need to pay attention to?

Is there really much wrong?

Is there really much wrong?

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I don't like to call them excuses. They're priorities. With a handful of exceptions, we usually have a choice in our actions. They just need to be prioritized.

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