Perspective

A post by my friend Dorothy got me to thinking the other day about how different a story can be if the characters are changed.

I won't bore you with repeating her version - she says it so much better herself. Here's how things would have gone down if it had been the Little Man and I.

For starters, he would definitely be the instigator of the running to throw pennies in the fountain. (I think he's actually forgotten how to walk. He never walks when he can run! and get there fast!) I would be doing the Mommy Shuffle in his wake, but I'd be more apt to want to join up with the Starbucks ladies and covet their beverages than to chastize them into Shuffling themselves.

Before the Penny Throwing, we'd have an added scene of Fountain Splashing (unless Mommy's Shuffle was shuffling faster than normal and I caught up with him before Splashing could ensue). After another added scene of Tantrum Throwing because geez, woman, you only have FIVE PENNIES!!!, he would automatically start running back to the other side of the mall.

I'd finally catch up with him near Target, where he'd be running circles around me as I stood gasping with a stitch in my side. Then he'd carry me back to the car.

And he's never even heard the word "workout".

I'm firmly convinced that God has this mom/kid personality matching figured out. Dorothy will continue to be a wonderful role model for her Little Angel, and the Little Man will undoubtedly end up being one for me.