I have been lectured to by a 6 year old, to-wit:
“you are like a tree that a bird pooped on. Now you are afraid all the birds are going to poop on you. ”
My mom and I sat there in stunned silence. My mother finally says that you know she might be right.
6 year old “You are afraid of all the birds.”
She may be right. The lecture involves me ever loving anyone again. I am afraid that I will be hurt. 40 years of marriage thrown out the window tends to do that to a person. I wish I could say that I am not afraid.
But…the birds might find me.