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My 9 Year Old Gave Me the Best Advice: Just Sit with Him

Carter doesn't say much. Even at 9 years old, he's our quietest one, by far. Grady says more in the first hour of the day than Carter says all day — no exaggeration.

So, when he speaks, we listen.

He has an incredible gift to see a situation through someone else's eyes.

Friday, January 12, 2018

I picked up the three boys from school. As we passed in front of our house, I noticed a package on the front step. It was probably ordered by me, from Amazon, and would lead to a conversation about spending habits with my wife later that evening.

I pulled over in the front of our house and Dylan hopped out to get the package. He ran around to the back of the house and met us in the alley, where our garage is. 

A lady driving behind us spotted Dylan taking the package off the front step. As we pulled into the alley and into our garage, she pulled around too. She put down her window and gave Dylan a stern and unfriendly look.

I was not happy.

"Don't give my son a look. Do not get in our business. This is my son, my package, and our house. Move along. Rude lady!" This is what I thought.

It ticked me off, but I tried to hide it from the kids.

Carter noticed.

As I was walking into the house, Carter stopped me. He quietly said, "Dad. She was just looking out for our package. She was making sure no one was stealing it. She was helping us."

He was right.


Later that night, I was giving Grady and Carter a kiss goodnight. I was standing on Carter's bed, so I could reach Grady on the top bunk.

Grady, our talker, asked me to help him "find the seven moons in Mario Odyssey." I never played that game before and had no idea what he was talking about. I told Grady I wasn't so sure I could help him.

Carter grabbed my arm.

"Dad. Just sit with him and watch. He'll like that."

For the record, Aimee and I spend any free time we have with our boys. But to Carter's point, it doesn't matter if I know how to find the seven moons — Grady was just looking to spend some time with his dad.

The next day, I sat with Grady, while he jabbered and jabbered about getting all the moons. 

To this date, I still have no idea what he was talking about, but he thanked me for my help.

All I did was sit.

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  1. Hello! This is me Maryann Z. I loved this sorry, I was really into it I didn't want it to finish, that's how good this story was. You have such smart boys. By the way Carter was right, that lady was watching out that nobody was stealing your you got mad for nothing. Carter was also right about Grady, he just wanted time with his daddy even though you didn't fine the seven moons.He thank you anyway, that made him happy.Truly you have a amazing boys. God bless them. This is all for now.have a good evening.

    1. Thank you for your kind words. Have a great evening as well!

  2. What's this game?? You. Must. Find.Out!


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