pendulum swings

Cora is a cutie. Right now she's having pool time on the deck. She shrieks happily when the cold water from the hose sprays her, exploring her world with a cautious curiosity. Now Mrs. Kirk has bundled her inside in a towel, and after asking for her two "keys" (kitties), she's climbing onto the sofas and into our laps, the attentions of five adults on her.

When visiting the Kirk's, I always get to read a little of The Atlantic. With a little one in our mists, I direct you to one particular article that comments on happiness, parenting, and culture. Apparently, the pendulum is starting to swing back again.

I drove over to Raleigh for a haircut and a short stay with my own mother. Even though I don't admit it to her often, she was and is an excellent mother. She noticed everything, used everything as a lesson, often felt behind the times in her parenting, but because of her, I've avoided some of those characteristics of my generation that the article describes.