My Daughter

A few days ago, my daughter walks into my office and says, "Are you going to be discussing anything disturbing? Whatever it is, I can handle it." She is referring to the fact that all afternoon I had been making stressful calls to our Realtor, mortgage company and bank regarding the sale of our rental property. I said I was on my last call, and it wouldn't be too bad. She was welcome to join me. She's 6, by the way. She is a very perceptive little girl, and I have to remind myself that she is, in fact, only 6. I try and limit her exposure to adult stresses; after all, she'll have plenty of time for that later. I always tell her it's my job to handle the big stuff. It's her job to have fun.