It all started because we read this library book. At the back there’s a little story about Riley, the Groundhog, giving his friend, Rose the vole, some worry dolls made out of toothpicks. I didn’t think much of it because I’ve never really been a fan of prayer dolls. I think they are cute and I have a few somewhere but I figured why pray to inanimate objects when you can pray to God.

But something about the story clicked for Bug. I think mostly because she struggles with “her worries” and she’s always trying to get them under control. She’ll often tell me she has to sit and cry it out “to get her worries out.” My heart breaks for her when this happens. So often I just don’t know how to comfort her. Her emotions are like a train going full speed and no matter how much you want her to hurry up and feel better, you just have to let them run their course. It’s exhausting.