What Goes Around Comes Around

I'm a pretty fast walker. The combination of my long legs and impatience makes it so I can move at a pretty good clip.

When the boys were small we would walk together, but I would not slow down.

Evan would say, "Mom, slow down."

"If you can't keep up, you better run," I'd say.

And so he would. I would walk, hold Evan's hand, and he would run along side me.

Now Evan's legs are something like four feet long. The last time we walked together I had a difficult time keeeping up with him.

"Come on Son," I said, "you have to slow down so I can keep up with you!"

"Maybe you are going to have to run," he replied.