The other day my 32-year-old daughter Jamie and I were talking. She told me about a tense situation at work, and I said, “Sort of like the Dr. Seuss book, The Cat in the Hat. Remember?”
“How could you forget Thing One and Thing Two? Everything’s a huge mess after the cat in the hat comes over–little Sally doesn’t know what to do.”
We changed the subject, but I couldn’t forget the book.
When I was little, The Cat in the Hat scared the doo-wah-ditty out of me. Maybe because I was the oldest child, and I had hyperactive twin brothers.
Every time I read The Cat in the Hat, I’d think…
Sally, be careful. Lock the door. Don’t let that cat inside. He’s going to mess everything up!
And what about the poor fish?
He nearly dies!
Which would have been all Sally’s fault.
She’s doing everything she can to keep things under control, but nothing’s working.
What a nightmare!
And just when you think things can’t get any worse…
The edge of her mother’s black pointy shoe comes toward the front door.
My heart lurches.
OH, GOOD GRIEF. THIS IS RIDICULOUS. I’M AN ADULT NOW.
But this book…why does it still get to me?
Over the next few days, the answer came.
It ties into SURRENDER .
Little Sally may be in charge, but she’s not in control.
Now I picture her laughing, eating popcorn, and enjoying the show.
When Sally finally realizes it isn’t her job to control life, boy, does she have fun!