Lydia woke up in a bad mood this morning. She was whining loudly and upsetting her sleeping little brother, and she tried several times to violently kick her sister from the bed.

I called her over to me, held her tightly under the covers, and tried to settle her down. When she seemed calm enough, I told her that I was disappointed with how she had acted when she woke up and I expected her to be a good girl today for her mother.

She very apologetically responded, “I’m sorry. I’ll be a good girl when I grow up.”

Oh, I know those thoughts my daughter. I know those dreams. But, unless you work to change who you are today, you will always be the same exact person tomorrow. Time is not magic, it’s a fast moving river.