Parenting: Are We Getting a Raw Deal?

I wish I had written this, but since I did not, I can at least pick up some brownie points by sharing it with you all.

rhondastephens

Summer 1974. I’m 9 years old. By 7:30 am, I’m up and out of the house, or if it’s Saturday I’m up and doing exactly what my father, Big Jerry, has told me to do. Might be raking, mowing, digging holes, or washing cars.

Summer 2016. I’m tiptoeing out of the house, on my way to work, in an effort not to wake my children who will undoubtedly sleep until 11 am. Th...