Recently visiting my hometown, I ran into Bev, a classmate I had not seen in years. We updated each other on careers, marriages, children, and found common ground discussing the joys and hardships of being the single parent of a teenager.
She admitted the decisions she made and advice she gave as a mother were based on hope and instinct rather than any certainty of what was best. I agreed, but said our parents probably felt the same way—and we hadn’t turned out too badly.
"Yeah," she replied. "But we had real parents. Our kids just have us."
I understood exactly what she meant.
—Contributed by John R. Griffin