I am never sure if parents and children are matched up appropriately. Take my oldest son, I am not sure had he not come from my union if we would be friends or even acquaintances. We are extremely different on many levels. We have very little in common except for blood, blond curly hair and blue eyes. We view the world very, very differently. I will confess that sometimes I pull up to my house and don't feel I have the mental energy to deal with what may be there to greet me on the other side of the door. I sit a few extra seconds in my car, listening to final strains of whatever CD I have …