It’s all worthwhile.
It took me decades to realize it, but now I can see that it was all worthwhile.
Nagging.
I’m talking about nagging.
The endless, exhausting, round-and-round-in-circles thing that you do with your kids.
Nonstop.
Both of my Grown Sons are slobs.
They’re sloppy, slovenly pig-dogs.
With disgraceful housekeeping standards.
They weren’t raised that way.
But you’d never know it.
I have been nagging them nonstop for as long as I can remember.
And they have both been ignoring me nonstop for as long as I can remember.
However…
Ah, yes, this is an ENORMOUS however…
One Grown Son just bought his first home.
We had dinner at his house last night.
Let’s not get ahead of ourselves, though.
He didn’t cook for us.
I brought the dinner over.
However, I noticed several things.
The vacuum was out and had obviously been used.
The table was set with placemats and coasters.
And his bed was made.
His. Bed. Was. Made.
This kid has never made his bed in his entire life.
Not once.
This proves that he WAS listening.
All that nagging has finally paid off.
Keep it up, moms and dads.
It may take years and years and years.
And years and years and years.
And years.
But one day, all of that aggravation will pay off.
He made his bed!
Liz Brenner
Everyone has a story to tell.
Even you.
Especially you.
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