posted by dave on Saturday, October 24, 2009 at 12:56 AM in category ramblings

It's instinctive, of course, but that doesn't make it boring or robotic. Instincts are translated to thoughts and emotions by our brains, and so everything makes perfect sense and it makes us feel like we're in control of things.

I don't have any kids, that lived, that I know of, so maybe I'm not the right person to be spouting any words, let alone advice, about parenting.

But, it's my blog, and I'm not forcing anyone to read it.

We want to shelter our children in their own little Garden of Eden for as long as we can, so that they can stay innocent for as long as they can. We feed them, clothe them, protect them. We teach them about all of the wonderful and amazing things that the world has to offer, and we watch in awe as they learn and embrace the truths that we show them. But the bad things, we hide the bad things from them. So that they won't find out. Not yet, anyway. We don't tell them that, while the world is full of love and wonders, it is also full of fear and pain.

There are terrible things in this world.

But I'm not one of them.

I said that I'd understand, and I do understand.

But I don't agree. Not at all.

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May I suggest chronicaling in those thread-bound composite notebooks, your thoughts, wishes, fears, lessons you'd wish to impart etc etc etc. . . .

. . . to this young boy whose currently being kept out of reach by his mother.

. . . to this young boy who will, before you know it, be a young man of his own will.

. . . to this young man who will still need the guidance, love and shoulder of a genuine friend whose traveled further down the road that now lies before him.

. . . to this young man who, like you, will wonder why those early years were ones of isolation.

. . . to this young man who will have as evidence, this journal, which chronicals the fact that you've been walking alongside him the whole time, who will now rejoice in the fact that he can now walk shoulder to shoulder with you without the need of the journal to bridge the gap.

~Just a thought

You may have noticed that I finally fixed the bug in my blog software and now your comments don't need approval anymore. Finally!

Indeed I DID notice, I thought maybe I had passed some sort of "test" as to whether my comments are worthy or not.

Currently sipping a Magic Hat not quite pale ale. . . the beer itself isn't bad, but it's the messages under the cap I find irresistable. This one: be a dear and pass another beer.

Words to live by eh?

At times you've stretched my crypticsm to almost to the point of breaking - watch that, please - but there was no test.

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