was just getting the hang of being a parent. My son was three. He could talk and somewhat dress himself, and I thought: “it’s smooth sailing from here on in, baby!”
And then, it was time to register him for school in Junior Kindergarten.
I discovered a whole new pile of things to worry about that I never even thought about before. What was going to happen with his food allergies; what was going to happen with his meds? What if he had bullies? Was he potty trained enough? Cause sometimes he still had to be reminded.
Things were made 1000 times more nightmarish by articles in the paper. We’re talking things that I wouldn’t have been able to hallucinate while in the middle of a spiritual quest out in the Mojave Desert after a 5 day fast in a sweat-bath. Six-year-olds are getting hit with lawsuits and restraining orders for sneaking kisses with girls! Teachers in the states being “naughty!” People still fighting over whether Pluto qualifies as a planet!
Surviving the next 13 years suddenly looked like an uphill battle. . . . CONTINUE READING
