Life, with children, is one constant dilemma. My understanding of a dilemma is that there are two courses of behaviour open to you; both of which are right. Hence, a dilemma.
Everything about children is a dilemma, from the mundane to the momentous. Do you let them walk barefoot as it is good for their developing gait or do you shoe up to prevent cold, dirty, thorn-pricked feet? Do you vaccinate because that’s what responsible people do or do you go with the non-conformists who are concerned about potential links with autism and various other nasties?
This week’s dilemma: do I get upset that my son wants absolutely nothing to do with me in the night and only wants his Daddy, or do I do a happy dance of joy? I think I’ll sleep on it – because I can…
Growing up 