I once asked my dad why he backed into parking spots when we went to church. He kept his eyes forward as we walked from the back of the parking lot to the church’s front door. “Quicker exit,” he said, and I think about this as I pull into the parking lot at work and watch the side mirrors as I back myself into a corner spot.
“Please stop wanting things from me.”
Train up a child in the way he should go and if he grows old he will not depart from it.
He just couldn’t figure out why his child wouldn’t express herself freely and honestly during their counseling sessions when the degrees and certificates on his wall loudly proclaimed stories of his professional excellence.