When my daughter Sara was in the fifth grade, she came to me with a problem. "Marcy hates me!" she cried. "Because Kathy is my friend, too. She wants me to be her friend and nobody else's. You talk to Marcy. You tell her that I want to be her friend, but I can have other friends, too!"
Oh! I looked at her for a few moments, wondering how I got into this mess, when suddenly an idea came to me.
Picking up two baskets from the living room, I explained, "When everyone is born, he or she has a little basket. This little one here is yours. The big one is mine. As you grow, so does the basket. You can see your little basket is inside mine because when you were born, there were too many things you couldn't do for yourself. I did everything you couldn't do on your own."
She nodded.
"Well, as you grew older and began to do some things on your own, I began placing a few more things in your basket. When you learned to tie your shoes, that went in your basket."
She said softly, "I can tie my own shoes."
"Right. As you grow older, there will be more and more things you must do on your own." As I spoke, I gradually took her basket out of mine and handed it to her. "You will finally carry your own basket with things only you can do."
She looked up at me and said, "I understand. There are some things that I have to do for myself because they are in my basket."
