The past couple of days, I've been exasperated with being called away from my packing and cleaning by a little girl in tears.  And then, yesterday, it escalated to full-blown fits of rage.  "Why is she doing this?  What is wrong with her?!" I asked myself (and anyone who would listen) in frustration.

Also, the past few nights, as I get ready for bed, I am overtaken with feelings of panic and anxiety.  I'm not really sure what exactly I'm "nervous" or "anxious" about.  I just look at a pile of boxes or an empty place where furniture used to be and my heart starts racing and I get all panicky.  Perhaps it is simply because I hate change -- always have -- even good change.

Enter my lightbulb moment last night!  WHAT IF, Teeny is JUST LIKE ME?!  WHAT IF the sight of her things being boxed up, her pets being shipped off, her house being undone,. . . makes her feel. . .well, anxious?  And, on top of that, she has no idea WHY all this is happening; and even if I tried to explain, she still wouldn't really grasp it. 

So, today, I'm going to be quick to give that little girl extra hugs, kisses, cuddles and reassurances that she is loved.