Paper Airplane

Paper Airplane
Paper Airplane

Paper Airplane 

Fancy that, I was driving the kids yesterday when they taught me this bit.  I’m the driver.

I was probably babbling on and on like I do, in fact apologizing for how that big thing I really wanted didn’t work out quite like I planned.

Me-  “Blah blah blah I’m really sorry about that, Honey.”

Sophie-  “It’s ok, Daddy, it doesn’t work that way.  You can’t always plan out how life will go.”

Ezra-  “Yeah, Dad…  it’s like making a paper airplane.  You can plan what design you want, and try to fold it perfect, but it won’t always be perfect.  Then you have to throw it and follow it wherever the wind takes it.”

And that would pretty much be an exacting description of how the first 41 years have gone for me.  Uttered by an 11 year old boy and an 8 year old girl as idle chatter in the van along our day.  Why in the world didn’t it occur to me sooner to simply ask, “Hey guys, could you neatly summarize life for me in 50 words or less before we get to Burger King?”

Thank goodness they still need me to drive them places.  I’m the driver.

Cheers from The Paper Airplane

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