A child is raised by someone else’s child

I mentioned a book I’m reading:  Finding Meaning in the Second Half of Life by James Hollis, PH. D. I found it in a large second hand store in a free books bin.

It’s one of those books that you think, “I’ll flip through it and if it’s dumb, I’ll toss it back out.” But it took hold and I couldn’t put it down for almost an entire Saturday. Tina picked it up, too, and it caught her full attention.

I can’t find the exact quote, but it was something like the title of this post: “A child is someone raised by someone else’s child.”

Mind blown.

There’s a joke in a dumb joke book I have that reads, “The odd thing about parenting is that by the time you are experienced at your job, you are unemployed.”

It’s all just food for thought, and I’m not sure I have captured exactly what I think about that yet. But it’s an idea to ponder.