mixed blessing

When it was bedtime for my youngest a lifetime ago, I would stop in and we would sing a short song, then I would place my hand on her forehead and give her a blessing.

One night I must have been distracted, and as I was leaving, she said “Dad” in an exasperated tone then took my hand and placed it on her forehead.

I Learned that night, never withhold a blessing.

Of course, this is the same child who received a hard cure for bad dreams.