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There was a time when I tried to make them round, but their edges were too sharp.
Then I made excuses for them as if I were round and I knew how they should be.
Then I gave up. Kept my head down. I tried to encourage them in their squareness and comfort them when they noticed they weren't round.
As they grew older and I appreciated who they were becoming more and more, I stopped keeping my head down.
Now I look around. I'm bursting with pride at my square pegs making their own way like frontiersmen.
I keep my mouth closed though. Their paths are unique. How could I claim to be an expert on square-peggedness?
I just know I can love and appreciate them.
I'm so glad it really does take all kinds to make the world go round!