Friday, September 14, 2012

Why Is It?

Why is it ...

that when my mother would ask me, "Why don't you clear the table for us?" she didn't really want to know why I didn't want to clear the table?

that I feel like I can't wait to have a break from my children, and then I can't wait to get back to them?

that I crave companionship but never call anyone?

that my firstborn son chooses to attend the college that was the arch-rival of my alma mater?

that helping to guide someone's footsteps makes them want to run in the opposite direction?

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