Permission Granted.

She watched as two of her siblings left with permission slips in hand. When all the morning hubbub of a family of ten subsided she came over with four year old sincerity, “I need permission slips too”. She handed me a purple marker and a stack of sticky notes.
“Where are you going? What do I need to write this out for?” I waited thinking of the two I had signed this morning.
I didn’t expect her answer .. but when I saw them in front of me I realized we all need to write ourselves a permission slip … maybe everyday.