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Here's a little story about family life. Like my mother before me, if I want something to be taken upstairs, I put it on the stairs, helpfully sorted on a step for each family member. Like my mother before me, I often find that no one but me bothers to take anything upstairs.-
This pile of books, for example, has been sitting on the stairs waiting for my teenage son to carry it to his room, for days.
This morning, however, the pile didn’t look like this.-
This morning, however, the pile didn’t look like this.-
It looked like this. The dog, in her haste to go for a walk, had dropped her ball on the way down the stairs and it must have bounced and ended up on top of my son’s pile of books, which hadn’t been taken upstairs yet. I took a photo, thinking it was funny.-
This afternoon, the pile of books is still there. Waiting. Neglected, in the no man’s land between stories, in more ways than one. HOWEVER...-
The ball has been taken upstairs and deposited, carefully, on the dog’s blanket. Out of the entire family, the only one who understands the rule about stuff on the stairs.......is the dog.
There is a lesson here. I’m not quite certain what it is.
There is a lesson here. I’m not quite certain what it is.
(I wish it were a lesson for my family but I can’t help but think it’s a lesson for me.)
