>I need to remind myself how marvelous it is to run on a rare sunny day here. The lake is bright blue and the air is remarkable. I’m happy even though Bennett came home sick in the middle of the day when he couldn’t be any less sicker. It’s moments like these — in the actual moment of making the “should I let him come home” decision — that I try to define what kind of parent I want to be. I don’t want to be the kind of parent who sends a kid back to class when he’s just tired and needs to lie down on the couch without four siblings climbing all over him. On the other hand, I most certainly don’t want to be the kind of parent who makes a habit of letting a very un-sick kid come home from school.
So, to walk the line between hard-ass and pushover, I say things like, “Let’s not make a habit of this,” or “Just this once.” But really I might as well say nothing.. because those are the sort of statements that make me feel better, but have zero impact on a kid.