I grew up with an alcoholic father and a paranoid schizophrenic mother. For me, life was mostly about trying to get control over the chaos. I lacked joy and wonder.
Eventually I married a terrific person and we had children. That’s what really breached my self-controlled world.
Our kids didn’t care about managing their lives. They explored the wondrous things I had missed as a child. Like the feel of lawn grasses and the tastes of different berries.
CONTINUE READING THIS ARTICLEWhat really unglued me, though, was how kids enjoyed the various tones, durations, and vibratos of flatulence.