I’m learning to get out of the way. Parenting is hard. And that statement in itself doesn’t capture the essence of the difficulty that I am referencing. I despise generational comparisons, and more so, the downplaying of anything generational. However, whenever my mom consistently admits, "I can’t imagine raising children under today's circumstances", I find understanding in that difficulty through her admission. There are new levels here! As my oldest son, now seven years old, finds opportunities for himself - school, swim, martial arts, sports (he loves basketball, likes baseball), and his own free time and hobbies (Pokemon, Comic Books, and Pro Wrestling) - I’ve found myself balancing what I’ve become accustomed to, further doubled by the growth of his almost two-year-old brother. Because of where they are, it's easy for me to stay in one mode of "helicopter parent". However, I remember being seven. I had independence (by circumstance) at that age that...
"As We Struggle to Make Sense Of Things, Life Looks On In Repose"