Two Southern ladies were enjoying a warm afternoon on the wide porch of a grand white-pillared mansion, each holding a tall glass of sweet tea. The first lady leaned back in her rocking chair and said with a proud smile, “When my first child was born, my husband built me this beautiful mansion.” The second woman nodded politely and replied, “Well, isn’t that nice?”
The first lady continued, her chest puffed with pride, “And when my second child came along, he bought me that shiny Cadillac out front.” Again, her friend responded calmly, “Well, isn’t that nice?” Not missing a beat, the first lady went on, “And when my third was born, he surprised me with this stunning diamond bracelet.” The second woman, as composed as ever, said softly, “Well, isn’t that nice?”
Finally curious, the first lady asked, “But tell me, what became of your son?” The second woman sighed, shaking her head. “Oh, my poor boy. He ended up married to a woman who does nothing around the house. She spends her days in bed, reading or napping, and he even brings her breakfast in bed every morning!” “That’s dreadful!” exclaimed her friend. “And your daughter?” The second woman’s face brightened. “She married a dream.
He insists she never lifts a finger at home. Every morning, he brings her breakfast in bed, and she can spend the entire day relaxing. It’s perfect!” The two women laughed, taking in the irony of their children’s fates. One family seemed tied to duty and work, while the other lived in absolute comfort and indulgence. Yet both mothers shared a quiet pride, knowing their children’s lives were each uniquely blessed. Rocking gently on the porch, sipping their sweet tea, they smiled together, appreciating the humor, surprises, and unpredictable paths that life and family often bring.
