This weekend I was blessed with the opportunity to give a talk at a convention. One thing that stood out to me was that, on Saturday night, I was on stage as the keynote speaker and the next day I was just another student learning in the audience. It brought my attention to how much things can change in 24-hours.

On Tuesday one of the children was sassing me. I kept my cool, but before I knew it, I was chasing the little wise-ass around the house. And not inside the house, outside the house. Full disclosure, the only reason I didn’t grab the bugger in the front yard was because we live on a busy street. I just simply didn’t have time to get arrested—I had a photoshoot at 9:30 am. Exactly 12-hours later, I ship you not, the twerp was kissing me and singing, “Oh Happy Days…Oh Happy Days.”

Whether it’s 12-hours, a week, a month, or years, I’m reminded of the classic phrase: This too shall pass. I loved having an opportunity to share my experiences with hundreds of people, but I also loved sitting amongst hundreds of people and listening. Parenting can be a son-of-a-gun one day and a hoot the next. And, Tuesday morning wasn’t a total wash, now I know that you can register your child for military school at age seven—I’m golden.