Those of us with wives, wives that are the mothers of our children, know this all too well. After all the superficial arguments over what curtains to hang in Eden and whether any of the animals are allowed in the house, much less up on the furniture, I’m sure, given the events that eventually transpired, their first substantial argument probably would have went something like this:
Mrs. G: He’s just a boy.
G: What was the 1 thing I told him not to do?
Mrs. G: You could have taught him.
G: He didn’t need to know that. This place is too dangerous for him. He cannot stay here.
Mrs G: What are you afraid of?
G: All the damage he can do, to himself, to us, to this place. I just can’t bear to watch that happen.
Mrs. G: Me too G. Welcome to parenthood. It’s a 24/7 nightmare of worry. All the small things, all the big things, the small social hurts, the broken hearts, the illnesses, the accidents, the nights they don’t come home. The youthful experimentation, the defiance, it’s all part of the deal G. It's like we have to go through it all again, but this time with them. He needs us just for that reason. You can’t just give up. It’s called love, you invented it, and it’s worth it.
G: NO!. I told him not to do that.
Mrs. G: So what are you going to do? Run away? Hide? Remove the problem because you can’t handle it? Look, he's scared. He's hiding. He knows he did wrong and he's sorry.
G: He can’t stay here.
Mrs G: You coward you… you complete coward.
That's what the girl that I married would tell me. The world would be a better place if God were married.
Mrs. G: He’s just a boy.
G: What was the 1 thing I told him not to do?
Mrs. G: You could have taught him.
G: He didn’t need to know that. This place is too dangerous for him. He cannot stay here.
Mrs G: What are you afraid of?
G: All the damage he can do, to himself, to us, to this place. I just can’t bear to watch that happen.
Mrs. G: Me too G. Welcome to parenthood. It’s a 24/7 nightmare of worry. All the small things, all the big things, the small social hurts, the broken hearts, the illnesses, the accidents, the nights they don’t come home. The youthful experimentation, the defiance, it’s all part of the deal G. It's like we have to go through it all again, but this time with them. He needs us just for that reason. You can’t just give up. It’s called love, you invented it, and it’s worth it.
G: NO!. I told him not to do that.
Mrs. G: So what are you going to do? Run away? Hide? Remove the problem because you can’t handle it? Look, he's scared. He's hiding. He knows he did wrong and he's sorry.
G: He can’t stay here.
Mrs G: You coward you… you complete coward.
That's what the girl that I married would tell me. The world would be a better place if God were married.
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