Any Day Now...

When I think back to my childhood, I mostly remember the times when I hadn't a care in the world.

Admittedly, the worst parts of my day seemed to ironically include the simple acts of waking up early so I could get to school on time and getting to bed at a decent hour ... so I could get to school on time.

In this ever-cycling world of "problems" that seemed to matter little to the responsible adults around me (which for the life of me I just couldn't understand), it was rather easy to forget the morning drudgeries and the inevitable pending doom that was bedtime -- and forge a new path of tomfoolery and otherwise mixed-bag of childish behavior because, you know, I could.

I hadn't a care in the world.

But now as I arise each morning with a fresh outlook on the seemingly unending list of responsibilities that absolutely have. to. be. done. by the end of the day, I've come to another realization...

...The realization that I am on the verge of producing a living, breathing, laughing, farting, loving little life which, God willing, will begin the same way as mine -- a way that can only be achieved through my own ability to emulate and match the responsible adults that were always present throughout my childhood.