guest column

As a mother, the most important job to me is raising my children. I believe it is far more difficult today to raise good, kind human beings because of what they are exposed to and the state of the world. You can’t control it all, but as a parent, I will control what I can and my kids have no choice on certain decisions.

Living out of town, it’s sometimes hard to arrange to have several of the kids’ friends over all at once. Even more challenging these days is working around everyone’s schedules. My oldest doesn’t ask for much for her birthday, or ever, so when she said a handful of her friends could actually come over Friday evening, I stopped, dropped everything else, and baked a whole slew of hamburger buns and a carrot cake. The schedules were free, but of course, the weather was wet, and wet weather makes it even harder to get anyone to our house. My husband got handed the job of picking up and dropping off, as no one’s parents needed to attempt our road, this wet year has done a number on it. He said both times he took our corner he heard the words “Tokyo drift” from one of the girls as the pickup uncontrollably slid its back end around the corner while he crept forward through the slick, deep mud.

We had some of my husband’s family and their children stay this past weekend. They live back where my husband is from, the city (this is where my husband corrects me and says “the suburbs, not city” and then I shake my head, as I think it’s all pretty much “the city”). So, we had two extra kids in our house around our own kids’ age, but from very different lives. We didn’t do anything special really, just shared our life with them.