A Hard Lesson in Humility
I know I have arrived at old age. My sons are now parenting me—and I don’t particularly like it! Over and over, son Jon has warned me about wearing flip flops and open toed bedroom slippers. Over and over son Joe has warned me about being careful navigating my basement stairs. Over and over son Jeff has had to come and spend time caring for me when I have injured myself. Over and over, I have chosen to do as…