After my father died my mother started talking to us kids about things she had presumably reserved for him. At least, I don't remember them being mentioned until then.

She would complain about people at Church or comment about neighbors or friends. Up to that time, it was a world I was unfamiliar with. Suddenly, I was painfully aware of the shortcomings of adults.

As I pondered this information and what I was learning, a phrase that had been repeatedly said to me as a child came into my mind:
Aren't you old enough to know how to get along?
I was pretty disgusted to find out that adults had essentially the same problems as kids. I thought there was still merit in the notion that adults should continually progress and replace childish behaviors with more adult ones.

I thought then that age should result in improvement. I still think it should. I just don't think it always does.

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