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This week, Guideposts published the second installment of my weekly column on Guideposts.com.
Life Hurts. Just Ask My Toddler.
“Owwwwie…owwie, owwie, owwie,” my 18-month old daughter wails as if I had just slammed her fingers in the car door.
To punctuate her agony, she throws her head back and enters toddler rigor mortis.
She is certainly in pain and she wants the world to know it. But there isn’t one injured inch on her body. No, this display is to communicate suffering purely of the emotional variety.
A least 130 times a day, Olivia wails, “Owwwwie!” Sometimes it is because her seven-year-old brother has decided to see how hard he needs to bite her finger to make her cry. Sometimes it is because she has tumbled over the toys she has strewn all over the floor. But, most often, it is because she is tormented by some heartless adult foiling her toddler plans…
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