For many years, doctors intimidated me. I grew up thinking the doctor was always right. As a child, I injured a finger playing Annie-Aye-Over. I still have a crooked little finger due to a doctor’s assurance it hadn’t broken.
When we brought my first-born home, he cried hour after hour, day and night. Since I was an only child, I didn’t know what to do. Some friends advised me to pick him up when he cried. Others assured me he needed to cry to exercise his lungs, and I should let him cry himself to sleep..
When my children were young, I learned that sometimes you literally have to have a fire lit under you to appreciate how dear those close to you are.
Like most parents, as my children grew up, I wanted to give them the world on a string. For most of us, our desires far exceed our capacity to fulfill them. I wonder if that sends the wrong message.
I have always been a nervous driver, afraid I’ll zig when I should zag. That fear started the first time I sat in the driver’s seat.