I sat there watching my daughter whack away at one of the screws in her toy workbench with a hammer. “Honey, that’s not going to work. Try the screwdriver. You have to use the right tool for the job.” It was one of those seemingly endless, for me, number of parenting moments where what was at the time unwanted, pestering advice from my own mom or dad comes slamming back into my consciousness – reminding me not only how lucky I’ve been but also what a jerk of a kid I must have been.
21 Aug 2014