So, once the house was cleaned and we had a chance to catch our collective breath, life is back into its usual routine. We completed our morning runs and have settled down to our respective computers for some much needed updating.
The weekend has caused me to pause and reflect on how times have change. Of course, I do believe that this is a common statement passed down from generations of grandparents. I know my grandparents commented on our upbringing and my parents had a few words to say about how I raised my children, too.
I only know that when our kids were being raised, we only had Dr. Spock to lend a hand and guide us through the predictable stages. After a few months, I abandoned my relationship with the good doctor when it wasn't working to feed my babies on a timed schedule. I don't know if he could have helped me past the first year or so, since I never referenced him again.
So we pretty much raised them by guess and by gosh, I'm sure making plenty of mistakes along the way. Yet I don't think they turned out so badly. All four of them are good law abiding citizens, if that counts for anything.
But, they knew who was in charge, I'm sure. There wasn't any question of who held the power in the house. Alright, so it was me. But, they knew where the line was drawn in the sand and where not to cross it. Even the willful child, she knew.
Maybe that is the difference today. Kids don't respect the line in the sand. Or maybe it isn't drawn firmly enough to get their attention. I can say one thing, where my grandfather, Pop, was concerned we knew.
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