The Berenstain Bears and the Bad Habit

My niece Kenzie was having a rough time understanding when her mom would be coming back to get her. She told Kelsey that she was now a Crandell and that Uncle Ray and Aunt Missie were her parents and that my children were her brothers and sisters. I sat her on my lap and explained that her mom was in rehab (kind of like a hospital), that she was still her mom, and that she would be coming back to be with Kenzie. Little Kenzie is 4 years old and was having a hard time not crying. I asked everyone to fold their arms and close their eyes. I offered a prayer asking Heavenly Father to comfort Kenzie. When I was done praying, I asked if she would like me to read to her. She was excited with that idea. As she went looking for a book I let Ray know that he was in the guest room that night. I needed to mend a wounded heart. Kenzie and I selected some books and went into my room to read. We looked at all the pop-up books and then settled in to read the book she picked. Of all the hundreds of childrens books I have, she picked, "The Berenstains Bears and the Bad Habit". It completely explained what a bad habit is. We talked about good habits. She let me know that she looks both ways before crossing the street. We talked about her mom's bad habit and how it is OK to get help for it. I put her to sleep and layed my head down and marveled over the Father of the universe helping little Kenzie's hand find the one book that would help her understand.