Ever wonder why when you’re a kid, it seems like forever from one Christmas to the next, but when you get older they come around too soon (like, before you’ve paid off the last one)? Because to a four year old, 12 months is one quarter of her life. To a forty year old it’s 1/40th. It used to seem like a lifetime because it almost was! The same rule applies to birthdays and other special occasions. (I had this one figured out a long time ago. Shortly after I started dreading Christmas.)
Why does it always rain right after you wash your car? Because you washed it right before it rained. If it really bothers you, do what my mom does – wash your car in the rain. (Saves water.)
Why do we get so impatient waiting in line at the store? I have no idea on this one, folks. The longer the line, the longer I get to keep my money.
Why are teenagers impossible? I’m convinced that it’s to prepare us moms for their leaving home. If they stayed sweet and precious all their lives, we’d be wishing they’d never grow up. We invest large portions of our lives in nurturing, teaching, comforting, protecting, and guiding them, and that becomes our identity. We’ll always be mom, and they’ll always need us, but it’s our duty to prepare them for the day they leave the nest. Hopefully, we’ll have taught them to be independent, to make wise decisions, to love God above all else, to care for others, and to be happy with themselves. Hopefully, we’ll have done our job so well that when they’re ready try out their wings, they’ll reach greater heights than we had imagined. Hopefully, when that time comes, we’ll also be ready to watch them soar. But just in case, they enter that stage that makes us wish abortion after the 64th trimester were legal. And by the time they’re through with us, we’re looking forward to missing them.