Given what he's been through, it's advice probably worth taking seriously.
The author, Harry Stottle, also has a fine post about Wikipedia.
This is a beautiful column, saying something that needs to be said. Good on you, Ms. Yabroff.
Glimpsing these moments, I wonder what other, secret joys these parents are hiding, what furtive raptures they harbor. I wonder if they, too, sometimes wish there were more words to bridge the public story of being exasperated by your offspring to the point of defenestration, and the profoundly intimate experience of having a tiny pair of hands reach inside your ribs and wrench your heart open like a stuck window. I haven’t yet found a way to ask. I haven’t yet found a story to tell of this: On the way home from the pet store, my daughter held my hand for three whole blocks, not just the intersections. The top of her head still smells like honey.
Little girl reacts when Dad picks her up after her first day at pre-school.
We've known for a while that reading to children is a great way to help kids learn how to read for themselves.
But recent research also suggests that storytime has other benefits as well. Here are four of the main reasons why reading to children — especially when you do it regularly — could be crucial:
UPDATE: link fixed now. Thanks, Jose.
With some good suggestions at the end. (Other than my main one, don't go out to eat until the child is older.)
It looks to me like more evidence for my theory that at least 75% of the secret to having kids you like is to have girls.
"I have everything that I wanted as a teenager, only 50 years later.
"I don’t have to go to school or work. , , ,"
So very true. For the rest, go to Doc Palmer's blog.
Great story. Moral: don't even think about messing with Mom.
I differ greatly with the author on the specifics, but I really like the general approach.
There is a lot that is annoying, and even terrible, about aging. The creakiness of the body; the drifting of the memory; the reprising of personal history ad nauseam, with only yourself to listen.
But there is also something profoundly liberating about aging: an attitude, one that comes hard won. Only when you hit 60 can you begin to say, with great aplomb: “I’m too old for this.”
(When I worked at a university I occasionally had a reverie that featured the department chairman announcing, "All faculty will be expected to attend this year's meaningless meetngs, except for faculty who've served for 20 or more years and who are simply too old for that shit.")