It was also a book that my cousin tape recorded for me. (Best gift idea ever for young kids. Audio record yourself reading a book, ringing a bell to signal turning the page.) So it was obviously something I read over and over and over.
When your little, emotions are limited. You're happy. You're sad. You're mad. You don't have the language or understanding to articulate that you are disappointed, or frustrated, or hopeful, or joyful. The variations of emotions aren't there.
This book came to mind last week as "I was so mad" at my best friend. She shared some news with me and I couldn't even look at her for a good 20 minutes. Then throughout dinner I was careful to stay with the superficial. The safe.
If you read this blog at all you know that something I struggle with is communication, and being honest with other people. Even when it means putting myself first for a moment. At one point in our conversation I stopped and told her I needed to explain.
Driving home I was fuming. But the next day I realized it wasn't anger I was feeling. It was massive disappointment.
I wasn't so mad. I was so disappointed.
For me, learning that difference, seeing it, and recognizing it... was so important. It was a lesson that I needed to learn. I often say that something makes me so mad... but I now realize I need to recognize what the real emotion is. Under the surface.
Life is busy, it's fast paced.
There is so much to do in what seems to be so little time.
Remember there are many things in life that can wait.
But The Sunset Won't!