General Discussion

My children were ready to fly and they did.

Doesn't mean I didn't wince at their choices at times, including a few instances of sheer parental terror, but that's always been the case with them, since they were born.

It was in the aftermath of those terrifying times I realized I'd put my parents through worse. I was definitely not "a joy every step of the way." My siblings still recount the day I punched my dad in the face and vanished into the urban wilderness.

My own children are my joy. I'm a very fortunate human.