My 3-year-old son, Chance, has been saying, “I don’t get it” for the past couple of weeks. I’m not real sure when he picked it up or why he continues to say it. Makes me think he knows a lot more than I give him credit for.
Does he understand why his Mom and Dad have been stressed?
Does he understand his Grandpa Orebaugh died and he won’t see him any more? Does he understand why Grandma is sometimes sad?
Does he know the farm burned to the ground and he won’t get to spend the time in the same places his Dad did?
Does he know his Mom and Dad are trying to continue a legacy?
I sure hope he understands these things. Well not right now, but in time. I hope he understands we are doing the best we can for him and his brother.
Families sometimes suck. Friends sometimes suck. Some people just suck. When times get tough the true colors and friends will show. Those who care will be there. Those who have nothing to gain by helping won’t. Those who care will pray. Those who don’t won’t.
I don’t get why people change face and leave behind the ones they once cared for. I don’t get how people let money get in the way of their happiness. I don’t get why our most favorite people have to leave us and leave messes behind.
I don’t get it either Chance.