Dike Drummond, MD
The garage door starts to close, and I step out of the car. I can hear the squeals of joy from my 5 kids. The stresses of work vanish, even if for only a moment. I step through the door, and I am swarmed by small children clamoring for my attention. This kind of reception would make Mickey Mouse jealous. Then I come back to reality as my 8-year-old says, “Hey Dad,” without moving from the couch. Kids become too cool so fast. His action—or lack thereof—reminds me that time is swiftly passing.
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