Maybe he’ll read this someday, maybe he won’t, but I think he will … when I’m not looking.
I also won’t let my son play with guns, or ride a bike without a helmet or use heroin. There’s just too much risk. I can live with my son missing out on those things, so long as my son is living.
Kids operate from an unrelatable place, often with no logical motivation or rationale for their behavior. Kind of like your boss.
I am fairly certain that stern words and harsh consequences would only serve to strain our relationship at a time when what we need most is open communication and whatever trust we can build and maintain.
My daughter believes in the Fat Guy with genius Elven slaves and a sleigh powered by reindeer farts but not the afterlife.
As I think about it, I am recognizing and remembering both my father and my son, for how I am reflected in who they are, and how they show up in everything I am and all that I do.