O was frustrated last night as he shared with me that he has been pondering (rather impatiently) his "reason for being on this earth," and his greater purpose in life.
I was gently informing him that many people take a long time to figure that out, and I gave myself as an example. At this point he squirmed violently and yelled out "You know your reason for being here! You were put on this earth to be a great mom!"
Secretly delighted, I couldn't help but wonder where this young man was that morning when, once again, my 'rules' had made me the target of his hatred and misery.
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