Stephen wouldn’t stop hounding me this morning. When he finally stopped crying and whining, I talked to him about the privileged life he has compared to other children we know who are about the same age.

Other Kids Stephen
Nanny/Maid Mama
Rarely go out with their parents and
rarely leave the building		 Goes everywhere with mom and dad
Bottles Maju
Always walk Always carried
Go to school Stays at home
Spanked/Beaten Scolded
Sleep in own room alone Sleeps with mom and dad

Once I explained this three or four times (so I’m a nag), he started crying again, held his finger to his lips and said with a quivering voice, “Shhhh. Quiet Mama. Nice.” Then he stroked the side of my face gently exactly the way I taught him to touch nice instead of hitting. I hope he’s gained a little appreciation for the nice life he has.