The wheel is round, so my mother says

The wheel is round so my mother says but I prefer to think that history just chooses to repeat itself.
I spent the weekend in the local shopping mall, frightening as it may seem. I thought by having boys this would not happen. I wondered many times throughout the day did my husband know something when he told me he hurt his knee and could not walk, although I must admit that getting the knee brace was a bit extreme.
We took Chen and Julius to the mall. Now these two boys are great friends and companions, however they are extremely different in every way, music, clothes, sports, hair styles, right down to their sneakers.
Now imagine a Saturday afternoon, 88 degrees, a major mall, labor day weekend and two teenagers who speak fair English. I aged. One wanted The Apple store and Abercrombie the other Foot Locker, Dicks Sporting Goods and Sunglass Hut.
I will say I survived thanks to Auntie Anne's Pretzels and Large amounts of Diet Coke.
I maneuvered through minefields of sizes, sales, prices and ATMs.
At the end of the day I took note we never stopped laughing and smiling and I realized that they weren't that different from the boys my husband and I have already raised into brilliant, charming gentleman. Chen is identical in so many ways to Joey, academic, basketball lover, music and movie maniac with an awesome smile and bright smiling dark eyes. Julius is Dan all over again. He's our salesman, out going and energetic to the point of exhaustion, more athletic then academic and a contagious attitude of happiness. A girl catcher if you will, whose green/blue eyes peek out from beneath his bright blonde hair. So who says history doesn't repeat itself. Mine has, and all I know right now is I am so grateful that I have an opportunity to make a difference in someones life, just by getting up a little earlier then normal to say "Good Morning." and asking "How was you day?" at the end.