Who's the Teacher?

One of the most surprising things

about being a parent

is discovering how often I am the student.

Growing up a bossy little girl in Houston, Texas

all I could imagine about being a parent

was the sheer joy of being able to throw out commands

left and right.

No one could tell me what to do when *I* was a grown-up, oh no.

I would have all the answers and I would be IN. CHARGE.

Yeah, it ain't like that. Not at all.

I wonder if I taught my parents as much about life as my kids teach me.