And I had an epiphany. The problem wasn’t my failure as a parent, or my kids inability to do what the books said, or even the books themselves. The problem was the way I’d hung all my personal success and worth as a parent on an if/then equation that wasn’t accurate.
What the Parenting Books Taught Me... (part one)
So I read the book cover to cover before Liam was born, subscribed whole heartedly to the method and felt super good and a little bit superior about all that sleep I was going to be getting and the non-convenient store robbing kid I was going to raise because I was committed to this particular method.
A Few Good Books: September and October
The Heart’s Invisible Furies was probably my read of the month(s) this time. I LOVED the main characters of this book. It follows an Irish man over the course of his life, as the adopted son of an eccentric family, to a teen in boarding school, to a young and then middle aged and older man who leaves Ireland and then comes back again. He is incredible endearing and the story wove it’s way in and out of Ireland, particularly Dublin.
Breakfast with the Republican
It’s kind of amazing what happens when we go into conversations focused on how we’re going to listen rather than what we’re going to say. I learned a lot. Our political system is kinda broken and the greatest casualties are the many of us who are somewhere in the middle, politicians included. There is more to a story than the black and white lines of Yay or Nay votes. You can disagree on how to best fix a problem and still both care very deeply for the people affected by it. It’s easy to throw a political identity out with that dirty bathwater but it’s a lot harder to do the same with a very real person with whom you’ve sat across a table from drinking coffee and eating omelets.