I watched this nanny goat lead her kids into the barn.
I watched as she gently nudged…more aggressively herded…and finally shouted:
Come. Rain is coming. We must all go inside.
I watched as one quietly complied…while the other diddled and balked and dug in her heels:
I’ll come when I’m ready…not when you say.
I’ll take my own sweet time.
It made me laugh - knowing that we really are more alike.
And - I remembered - having done so much of the same with mine.