Apr. 2, 2009 - Ding Dong
It was about a year ago when I did something that was a bad example to my girls. I try to be conscious of modeling healthy, safe boundaries. But on this evening, Steve was out of town and at 9:00 the doorbell rang. It was completely dark outside and there was a man at the door. I answered it. He was getting signatures for a petition.
When I told Steve about it, he was unhappy with me. I knew it was foolish, too. Even during the day, I told the girls, we don't need to answer the door to someone we don't know.
So this afternoon the doorbell rang. I peeked around the corner and saw a man in a unform. A Schwan's truck was parked in the street. He probably saw me through the window, but I wanted to show the girls that it doesn't matter. We can be home and not answer the door.
It's funny how hard it is. It feels like I'm hurting someone's feelings. But at the same time it feels kinda nice.
Comments
Apr. 22, 2009 - Untitled Comment
Posted by Carla
I don't usually answer the door. I have had complete strangers peek through the window at me. I still do not answer the door. It does feel good, Kris.
