Monday, May 12, 2008

It Figures

You carry them for nine months...

You birth them, you feed them, you clothe them...

You teach them, train them, encourage them, support them, put up with their tantrums, love them in spite of their crap...

You count the days until they'll be old enough to move away...

And then,

They do.

Just when they've begun to figure it all out

And you like having them around

And you realize you'll miss them like crazy.

Typical!

2 comments:

  1. Her being my Sara of course.

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  2. Yeah. And I only had her for 16 out of those 19 years.

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