I am the age that i am and my mother is 77. That she came for a visit i thought i would ask her what she may have thought i would grow up to be. So i said . . .
Mom that you are 77, and i am this, when i was young what did you think i should be? What i am now? God, her answer was . . .NO! NOT THIS!
She thought i would be a singer.
A singer? What is wrong with what i am . . .Well you are nothing i expected you to be.
So did i waste my life . . . No she said . . .You just did not do it right. You could have been rich.
But it is crazy to think i was once a little child and she was a young mother and now here she is 77 and counting, and i much older than her then, in her shoes now, and it seems strange to me. . .When i turn 77 and my children turn me, i wonder what i will think about their life and what they should be.