Oh gentle reader, let me warn you now while we are both still a mystery to one another. Let me warn you while we are both still ripe with surprise. Let me warn you while you have yet to be disappointed by with my pettiness and my mundane concerns and I have not yet heard your apathy like a yawning chasm in the ether. Fore warned being fore armed as they say it would probably be morally questionable on my part not to tell you I am by nature contrary. I am constitutionally incapable of not taking things apart.
And so it is with parenting as it has been with most other things in my life. I can’t help zigging while everyone else is zagging.
Sometimes I do this unintentionally. That was the case when I had the insanity, nay the temerity, to let my children walk to school. It didn’t seem like a radical act at the time. After all I walked to school as a child. In junior high my daily walk was close to a mile. Don’t we hear about how desperately under-exercised kids are these days? Doesn’t a nice walk seem like a pleasant way to start the day? Isn’t walking to school right up there with apple pie and sunshine in the wholesomeness sweepstakes?
It seems I was mistaken.
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