We moved into this house in a rush. I was a little down about having to leave the house I thought we’d live in forever, the house I thought my ex and I would welcome grandchildren in for sleepovers and host family barbecues like those my Grandparents threw. Moving into this house didn’t leave me the energy or desire to do much decorating so when I hung the photos of the boys in the living room, it really stood out.
To me, it wasn’t a big deal. I didn’t place them in any particular order. I didn’t put one child’s photo ahead of another. I simply measured halfheartedly, hammered a few nails in the wall, and voila – pictures of my boys were hung.
But my boys see things differently, and it wasn’t long before I was
told of shown my mistake. I began to notice that the photos hung crookedly. I’d straighten them out only to find them crooked again a very short time later, but I did little more than scratch my head and wonder how they got so off center so often.
Then things got really weird, and I noticed photos were hung upside down. Again, I’d scratch my head and wonder. I no longer believed this was just the case of mishammered nails, but my snickering boys denied knowing anything, so I shrugged it off and simply continued fixing the pictures and wondering what was going on in their little heads.
This worked for a while.Continue Reading