Thursday, April 05, 2012
The way is dimly lit for a parent, so we pretend to walk with confidence as we raise our children. Young parents do not know that there, in the distance, awaits the dark shadows of their children’s rebellion. That most natural affliction of a burgeoning adult, pricks the flesh of parental affection. And yet we proceed confidently with the surety that is a neo-parent, blindly groping for reason and professing that perfect knowledge our once young children expected and now oppose and begrudge. I sit here and remember. I knew nothing.