Tonight, my daughter demonstrated the benefits of a short memory.
One hour after a tantrum of epic proportions, she talked to my wife and me about her day as though nothing had happened. “You know,” she said confidentially, “I’m not that crazy about tomato sauce.” We did know. “Oh boy,” she said, rolling her eyes after another school day revelation as if to say, “Can you believe it?” The thing I can’t believe is that she’s acting like she wasn’t acting like a crazy person sixty minutes ago.
She will be furious with me, and thirty minutes later, she will hug me and tell me she loves me.
I want her to stop being so volatile, especially in how she interacts with my wife.
But I also want to be more like her in her ability to ask forgiveness and move on.
I wonder if her short memory is part of what Christ meant when he said that we must have faith like a child to enter God’s kingdom.
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