“What is learned in the cradle lasts to the grave.”
My town has a wonderful fenced-in playground with several slides, swings, teeter-totters, and swinging bridges. Over the last couple of years, I’ve taken my son there to play numerous times. My wife thinks I go because it makes him happy, but I’m there just as much for myself. There’s nothing like watching children swirl around on a tire swing at blazing speeds until they’re laughing in hysterics.
Some of the most interesting interactions I observe transpire between the children and their parents. One visit I saw a three-year-old child who was deathly afraid to leave his mother’s side. This boy wanted nothing to do with ...