We used to switch cars. Your dad half way to work for second shift and me half way home.
The trade off happened at the park where you and your sister roamed like prairie dogs popping out of the tunnel slide, crossing the swaying bridge or climbing up the wall that was soooo high, both of you little explorers.
It’s been a long time since those days. You may not even remember. Life has shown you it is not all fun and games. But you are still brave my son and I pray that you still know how to play.
Hope you enjoyed this week’s reflection in honor of my son’s birthday. Parents of young children, be warned, they do grow up and don’t look to you any more for help (unless they’re really in trouble!). Find a way to enjoy the business and constant sacrifice for their benefit. They’re golden days! This week’s 100 words brought to you by the photo prompt from Roger Bultot at Rochelle Wisoff’s Friday Fictioneers. Join the party or just read! There’s a whole lot of talented writers sharing amazing short stories.
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