The Buckets by Greg Cravens for January 14, 2014
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I'm done. Cooked. Exhausted. Dain bramaged. I've never been so grateful to be home... Oh, good. You're here. Go online and check Toby's grades. ...and spend the rest of the evening inventing strategies for salvaging his grade-point average. And selling him on it, yes. Couldn't we just wring our hands and worry vaguely about his future?
Hand-Wringing! Parenting strategy for the past few thousand years! That, and telling the kids they have it so easy. I picture parents three or four thousand years ago telling their children about how goats were so much easier to milk these days, and how bad plagues “used to be when I was young… we had ’em every two or three weeks, and we still had to go out and placate the river goblins and herd the animals even when we were dying…” Parents back then were OLD, too. Seventeen or eighteen. Middle aged fuddy duddies.