Drove my daughter to work and my son to the gym tonite. It was a 9 minute drive. In that time, they presented me with 29 problems. (I counted when I pulled out of the driveway, just for shits and giggles)
To be fair, most of my daughters weren't really "problems" per se......more like statements. My son on the other hand, well he lays the biggest, weirdest, most out of my control big daddy problems that he can think of right square on my lap. Every single time I talk to him. (which is why I often hide in my room, with the door closed) I swear to goodness, he lays awake at night and thinks of improbable scenarios for me to unravel.
And that, in a nutshell, is kids. Problems. And I guess, so is life in many ways.
And every night I thank God that their problems no matter how many they have (at least to me) fall into the "rather insignificant in magnitude variety". I've been there, that's why i'm here.
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