I’m in Oakland right now staying at the home of my friend Michele and her daughter (my goddaughter) Djuna. This morning, Djuna, not yet 4, kept telling me all the things I’m not allowed to do including
“You can’t pick out my clothes”
“Don’t touch me”
“Mommy helps me, not you”
“Don’t say Bless You”
I finally asked her, “You keep telling me all these things I’m not supposed to do, is there anything I’m allowed to do?”
“Just be there,” she replied.
I’m trying Djuna. Thanks for the reminder.