Category: Dad's Dirt Roads: A Blog
on Sun Jan 13, 2013
by Mark Stephens
As much as I hate to say it, raising kids is awfully scary business. And I prefer to think of myself as the sort of gent who looks for the opportunity in a situation, not the problem. But I'd be a fool not to admit it. First, there's feeding, clothing, and providing a warm place to sleep — these are the easy ones. Then we have to do our best to shape our spawn into behaved children, which is way easier than it sounds. Then get them an education, teach them how to ride bikes, do their homework, make friends, clean their messes, lick their wounds, respect money, follow instruction and on and on . . . it's not easy and it doesn't end there, sorry. We also hope to make them feel loved and important (ahh, yet not too important), and we have to somehow help them discover their talents, skills, self-worth and identity, frequently to their ferocious resistance. To use a baseball metaphor, the strike zone is about the size of a shoebox. How can 18 years possibly be enough to get the job done right?
If raising kids is hard, making it through adolescence is no cakewalk, either. Who didn't feel awkward or aimless at some point during those years?
Here's a new childrens' book that tackles the issue . . .