She wants to be alone, yet I'm worried why she is behind her bedroom door. It wasn't a quiet entrance to her bedroom. The door is locked and there are sniffles. I try to touch base. It wasn't well received. I wait and fold laundry. I try to touch base again using a soft gentle knock and voice. It wasn't well received. I find more laundry to keep folding. Then I think of a new idea. I grab a piece of paper and a pencil. I sit in the hallway outside her door and jot a a phrase or two, purposefully writing a question. I slide it under her door and wait. I can tell she picks it up to read. I wait. The paper slides back with a one word answer. We continue to communicate in this manner for a bit of time until the door opens and hugs are received.
Sometimes space is needed. Sometimes verbal words are too hard. Sometimes writing is easier. It brings peace, safety and a refocus needed to continue with the day.
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