Today is my birthday and it feels just like any other day, as usual. One of my cousins wrote and made a comment about me being two years older than his sister which would make me only 68 since "she's stuck on 66." I wrote him back and said I'd rather just keep moving onward and upward since being stuck on an age means you're dead.
Today I'm thinking about two things. One is why people don't like telling their age. I have never lied about my age. I may lie about my weight, but never my age. Are those two facts the same. People can see how big or small I am, but to tell what I weigh? Never. I can't even believe it myself.
The other thing I'm thinking about is how parents raise kids. I didn't do such a bang-up job of it but the only book I had that told me how to do it was the way I was raised. Some of that wasn't right but it was a lot better than Dr. Spock who came out a few years too late for me. Besides, I could never have done it his way.
This morning's article by John Rosemond was excellent. It told how to potty train, which is my big concern now for someone I know. Since the optimum age is between 18 and 24 months and this child is nearly three, I wish I could help this mom. But, she hasn't asked for my help is probably doing fine without me. I would hate to be changing a three year old's dirty diaper. Maybe my reason for potty training my girls was that very reason.
John Rosemond has a great Internet site. Too bad I'm not brave enough to send it to people with kids. http://www.rosemond.com/
Still, what do I care? I'm not having to change any of those diapers. Maybe I better mind my own business and get over it!