A Life of Privilege
I used to be able to get my son to take trash to the burn barrels or pick up fallen branches around the yard by offering to let him drive his dad's big 350 Ford diesel truck around the farm. Now that he is almost 16, and driving often on his learner's permit, the allure just isn't there anymore. I can no longer dangle that carrot in front of him. What used to be a privilege has become a chore. Isn't it strange how that happens. And it happens a lot.