A recent article in The Atlantic by Hanna Rosin really got me thinking. In it, she talks about how children in generations past (my childhood, my parents' childhood) spent a lot more time out and about alone. I'm sure we all have stories about how we used to go out riding our bikes for hours in the afternoons, went exploring in local woods and open spaces, had secret lairs with our friends, walked ourselves to and from school, and so on....more
I have an 8-year-old daughter and an 11-year-old son, and I often miss the days when they were babies. They adored me then, and they would listen to everything I said. Nowadays, I get the emphatic, "No, I don't have to listen to you," every time I ask them to do something. My husband and I are constantly arguing over which approach is best to handle these rude kids.
When we were kids, we never talked back to our parents. If we did, we got the belt....more
We had some medications delivered to the house by the pharmacy this morning. When the delivery man came to the door, he asked for Shaune's credit card since he was the one to fill the prescription. My husband was in the shower, so I grabbed the baby and told Deaglan to follow me upstairs so I could get his signature. I felt awkward taking both kids with me, but I knew for sure that I didn't want to leave anyone alone with a strange man while I ran upstairs.