Reckless love: Siblings at play
In the 1970s, any kid who found shopping carts, large boxes or truck inner tubes was king for the day.
In the 1970s, any kid who found shopping carts, large boxes or truck inner tubes was king for the day.
So much has changed in the decades since some of us went to high school: Our hometown, attitudes, the country, technology, society, the world.
When the children leave the nest, parents lose their precious children, yes. But they also often gain something rather enjoyable.
Initially, my interest in the Facebook Marketplace item was nothing more than casual curiosity, like online window shopping. But I didn’t stop there.
The “cone of shame” is just one aspect of a dog’s indignity at a certain key developmental stage.
When the older siblings grow up and go away, it’s as if parents remember that their youngest is a real and somewhat interesting individual also.
Modern technology is simply mind-boggling, but especially for those of us born before the digital age. So much of today’s world seems to operate magically in a vague, invisible ether.
As a busy military wife and mother of three, I’ve adopted a no-nonsense approach involving direct and informal use of words, with plenty of colloquialisms thrown in.
Olympic viewers fall into two categories: Those who are purely in awe of Olympic athletes’ extreme athleticism, persistent dedication and extraordinary talents. And, those viewers who watch with a twinge of narcissistic satisfaction, believing that they closely identify with Olympic athletes due to their own nebulous past involvement in sports.
We always believed that, through all the military-required moves, our children would build strength, character, worldliness and resilience, and for the most part, they did. What we didn’t know was that all that instability during adolescence would leave our son and daughters with some unwanted baggage as young adults.