Pick Her Up When She Cries
Pick her up when she cries, one said.
Never pick her up, said another. You will spoil her.
Love her, said grandma.
When do I pick her up? The young mother asked.
Three times a day, one answered.
Don’t ever pick her up, another stated. You will spoil her.
Whenever you want to, the grandma told her.
Now? The young mother asked.
Do you want to?
Yes.
Then what do you think?
I should pick her up?
The grandma smiled.
Knowing it will be easier for the young mother the next time around.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2018
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