Outside in the driveway today, Pog (my 7 year-old son) and I stood side by side washing our family cars. He was in a pair of rolled up jeans and a Grizzlies jersey, barefoot. At seven years old and all of three feet tall, he was responsible for washing and drying the bottom portion of the cars. As expected, I ended up going over everything he had done, but what's important is that he was out there with me working...voluntarily! Sweet Jesus...the boy may actually like to work.
Anyway, at one point I was washing my rims (no not the cool rims that I want...factory Saturn rims) and I said to Pog, "you know I used to work at a car wash in high school." He looked confused...like he was trying to put pieces of a puzzle together.
"I didn't know that" he said. It was genuine. It had a tone like, "why have you been holding out? I'm supposed to know this about you by now."
It was a great indicator for me that my kids feel like they know me. An even better indicator that they are always interested in learning more. I wonder how long this lasts?
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I had my first child at the age of 20. I did everything wrong and somehow it all turned out right. I'm now 30 years old and holding it down with a family of 6 (including a step-son), two dogs and an outlandish car payment. It's not always pretty, it's not the Huxtables, and I'm certainly not Cliff! I do my best every day to get it right. Sometimes I fail and sometimes I hit it out of the park. Through it all I vow to keep it 100.
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