Ah, women. Being a man, I am constantly reminded that I have a lot to learn about women in general. But I want to examine an incident that occurred today that takes us far beyond the typical male humor scenarios that we all know and appreciate about the fairer sex.
Tonight I had the privelege of talking through the emotions. Being the kind and sensitive man that I am, I asked questions – and listened, intently – striving to understand, not just nod my head in agreement as I had to talk her down from the emotional precipice.
“So what has you so upset?” I asked.
“Sometimes I feel like I just can’t hold it together” she replied.
“Well, what do you think would help you hold it all together, do you need to talk, or do you just need time to yourself?”
“No…” she replied.
“Well, sweetheart, what is it that you think you need?” I asked again.
“Dessert” she responded. “Dessert is the only thing that helps me hold it together when I can’t hold it together”, she stated emphatically.
“Really, what kind?”.
“Ice cream, chocolate cake, just.. dessert.”
“My dear… you are your mother’s daughter.” I told my six year old.
What can I say? The gene pool will out. That’s MY girl!
Oooops! I meant to say , “Those are MY girls”!!