1001 Rules for My Unborn Son made me smile.
The concept seems to fill that innate parental desire we have to impart wisdom on our children, while all the time knowing they will have to learn it themselves. In fact, deep down we know they will often do the exact opposite of what we recommend just to protest the tyranny of the current parental regime. We know this because we were them, and our parents were us. Sure, we think we are different. We are not old like our parents were when they were our age. We are young, hip, and in touch with the youth. We have iPods for god’s sake, we play XBox, and send text messages. Surely, our kids will listen to us, right?
Right.
And so the great cycle of life continues unbroken:
Fail to listen. Learn through experience. Attempt to teach those who do not listen.
So my dear son, welcome to “The Rules.” A series of posts where I will spout snarky wisdom, that after you ignore, and then learn yourself, you will understand. Or you will decide I am nuts. Or maybe both.
It is only fitting I start with rule #1.
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