I stand a silent witness, his tears drying in their own time, leaving salt-powdered trails down that beautiful, round face. His hands are clenched over his eyes and, despite the fact that I have discovered him crouched behind the bathroom door, he is certain that he is invisible as long as they remain tightly closed. Cheeks pink and hair rumpled, my precious three-year-old sits motionless, expressing feelings in the only way he knows how. Unable to put a name to the hurt in his heart, he hides....which makes all the perfect sense in the world.
“When the woman saw that the fruit of the tree was good for food and pleasing to the eye, and also desirable for gaining wisdom, she took some and ate it…” Gen. 3:6
"Knowledge is power", so the old saying goes. Knowledge gets us promoted. It puts us at the front of the class. It gets us the desk job instead of the physically demanding one. It gives us the appearance of being “put together” and capable of success. It even puts a Band-Aid on the fear of having to rely on another. We become more desirable as our knowledge grows, because we are seen as an asset. You know, "worth" more in the world.
M.S. in Marriage and Family Therapy. Earns Crossfit participation trophies. Disaster cook. Enthusiastic wife. #Boymom. Clutches her faith, not her pearls.