Let me tell you a little story about the circle of life.
Let me tell you a little story about the circle of life. Yesterday, my 80-year-old mom told my nearly 50-year-old self to bring my laundry upstairs. Then, she instructed me how to clean a pot I've had for two decades. And then, when I was packing a few boxes for returns, she reminded me to make sure I blacked-out the labels or else the post office wouldn't know what to scan. And that's when I responded with, "Mom! This isn't the first time I've done this, you know!" She just laughed at me and drank her tea and rearranged her magic purse that has everything in it from medicine for every ailment and tissues to nail clippers and candy. I don't know why I responded so curtly. I guess I just was tired and didn't want to be told what to do. The irony wasn't lost on me when throughout the day, I said things to my teenagers like, "Hey, did you send in that form yet?" and "Take your coat upstairs" and "OMG! Put that bowl in the ...