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Do Kids Grow Up?

I have news for all of you young parents out there. Kids never grow up. Sorry to break it to you this way but I have firsthand experience. My son, who is over forty, comes home to roost every once in a while. He works all over the world. He doesn’t sit still very often. But when he decides to sit still, he comes home.

On his last visit he decided rather than floating in the pool day in and day out, he would work on my to-do list. I happily provided the list.

  1. Clean out the rain gutters (they haven’t been cleaned out in about eight years).

He got the hose and a ladder and started in. It rains so little where I live that they don’t get much chance to do what they are supposed to do. Mine were actually filled with dirt. “Hey Mom, throw some grass seed up here. You can have one of those roofs they have in Scandinavian countries.”

I told him to keep hosing. A lot of dirt came flying out. So did some rocks and pieces of bird nest, bird feathers, and some odd-looking bunches of bad-looking stuff!

When he finished there were piles of dirt that washed out—disgusting looking piles of dirt. Guess who had to clean ‘em up?

  1. Paint that old metal chair in the backyard so I can use it for potted plants.

He spray painted it in my garage (thank God he pulled the car out!). The chair looked great. The garage floor looked like bad modern art. “Is this what you wanted, Mom?” (Yes, but I didn’t expect the garage floor to be so weird looking!)

  1. Barbecue some steak for dinner Saturday night. (I never barbecue. I usually just put some chicken on the George Foreman. Good old George!)

So he barbecued. Eight people were coming for dinner. He made enough steak for the local fire department (which I thought I would need when he lit the coals!). Afterward, there were splotches of grease on the pool deck, a dirty meat fork on my favorite patio chair and steak sauce on the weather vane! Guess who cleaned all that up?

So it’s true, no matter how hard you try to help them grow up and be responsible, when they come home to roost for a few days, they turn into your “kids” again. Only now they know how to “do stuff.” Their pattern is set. Part of it is your fault! You raised ‘em after all! You must “savor the moment” and clean up afterward! Thank goodness they still like you after having been told hundreds of times, “Hang up your coat!”


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