My Zombie post and the comments thereof have obliquely caused me to reminisce fondly about the prerogatives enjoyed by every childless couple, which include but are certainly not limited to: infallibly judging parents’ competence by the public behavior of their young children, and believing everything that preschoolers say about their mothers. Oh, the days :D !
This is as good a time as any to trot out John Wilmot’s well-worn quip: “Before I got married I had six theories about bringing up children; now I have six children and no theories.”
It’s quite pleasantly liberating to realize that a baby isn’t headed straight to the state pen if you let him cry for a few minutes, and that a toddler’s eternal welfare doesn’t hinge on whether you let him have a monster cookie last Thursday. The real question is why we ever allowed ourselves to be talked into thinking that it does. (Speaking, as usual, only for myself. All you better-adjusted people out there quite probably never attained the level of paranoia I had as a first-time parent.)