My father used to play with my brother and me in the yard.
Mother would come out and say, You're tearing up the grass.
We're not raising grass, Dad would reply.We Are raising boys.
Fathers matter. So does keeping the important things in perspective.
The lawn will always be there, but children grow up and move away, and being a parent to lively young children is fleeting it. Enjoy every minute!
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