Early in my adolescent years, Mom remarked, “If Dad said the sky was blue, you would say it’s green.” Her words stand out in my mind.
Although I most likely protested (duh), inside I knew she was right. As I grew, maturity glossed over that stubbornness.
But pride still hovered close to the surface.
I was 29 when I married Todd and 33 when our first child was born. Suddenly a lot of “set in my ways” was unset and upset.
Then we arrived in Pakistan in 1992.
