I’m back on my non-fiction bandwagon. It’s not that I don’t enjoy fiction, but deep down I’m much more of a pragmatist than an escapist. Fiction is escapism for me, non-fiction is something I can use.
It isn’t that I can’t think for myself or that I’m actually clueless about parenting; I like to think that I started this journey with a pretty good bag of tricks, thanks to being the oldest of nine children and being a schoolteacher, but that doesn’t mean I’m an expert. Believe me, I still have a lot to learn! It isn’t that I agree with everything I read in every book, either, but I find that in reading different philosophies I better refine my own. Sometimes I read things and think quite clearly “no” but other times I read things that give me pause, and I have to try it out in my mind to determine what I really think.
The things is, the more I read, the more I think about parenting, and the better prepared I am to prayerfully handle situations with my own children when they arise. Right now I’m filling my mind with good ideas, ready whenever I need them, my own bag of tricks. These boys are so special, so sweet, so wonderful, and I need to be at the top of my game if I don’t want to mess them up. I will not be the one who lets them down or breaks them down.