Pomegranate Surprise

When I was little, sometimes my mother would say, “I have a surprise for you!” And she’d get me so excited that by the time she was through I’d have it built up in my mind to pony proportions. Then she’d hand me a pomegranate, and I’d burst into tears. She meant well. Pomegranates are my all-time favorite fruit, and back then they were hard to come by and very expensive, so it really was a special treat. I’d usually only get one per year. But once you’ve started expecting a pony, a pomegranate becomes a disappointment. And I’m sure my reaction was a bit of an anticlimax for my mother as well. And yet we’d relive this scenario again and again throughout my young life.

Don’t get me wrong. I love surprises. But now I know to ask ahead of time if something is going to be a “pomegranate surprise” so we can both experience the delight as intended.

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