Musings of the Inner and Outer Child
Bridget, despite numerous efforts to the contrary, had begun reading self-help books again. This time, it happened to be The Last Self-help Book You'll Ever Need: Repress Your Anger, Think Negatively, Be a Good Blamer, And Throttle Your Inner Child , and to be quite honest, she was beginning to think that the title was extremely misleading. Especially because she'd previously read that the proper thing to do was to not, under any circumstances, throttle one's inner child. At least that had been the central theme of Healing Your Aloneness: Finding Love and Wholeness Through Your Inner Child.
So to say that the book that Bridget was currently reading was the last self-help book she'd ever read was...well...a bit of a lie actually, and she was glad that she hadn't actually had to buy the book, because she very well might have taken the book back to the shop and demanded her money back.
In the midst of Bridget's musings on the rec room floor, she hadn't thought to wonder whether or not her son's rocking back and forth on his hands and knees on his blanket meant anything significant, and somehow managed to glance down just long enough for him to get up the courage to put one hand in front of the other and crawl towards the door.
So to say that the book that Bridget was currently reading was the last self-help book she'd ever read was...well...a bit of a lie actually, and she was glad that she hadn't actually had to buy the book, because she very well might have taken the book back to the shop and demanded her money back.
In the midst of Bridget's musings on the rec room floor, she hadn't thought to wonder whether or not her son's rocking back and forth on his hands and knees on his blanket meant anything significant, and somehow managed to glance down just long enough for him to get up the courage to put one hand in front of the other and crawl towards the door.