Re-Runs Aren't Just for Prime Time
I posted this two years ago. I know. Sorry. I was cleaning out files today on my computer at work and was skimming through old stuff in my writing file. There's a line near the end of this piece that made me think I needed to re-post this, and dedicate it to my youngest daughter. She got married last month. Jeff? He's perfect for her. He can fix most anything . . . kind of like McGyver, which is one reason I am reposting. Read on. You'll see. It works - remarkably so. ---------------------------------- My kids are essentially grown. How the heck did that happen? I remember one morning about ten years ago, as I lay in bed enjoying a few quiet moments before the day onslaughtered me, I had the most astounding thought. I had done it. My oldest son had just turned 18. I had raised a kid. What?? I recalled people who told me, when all five of the kids were under 10, that the teenage years were going to kill me, and while I didn’t truly believe them, a