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A Paradox of Parenting

A Paradox of Parenting

One evening, after having dinner at our campsite, and before we crawled into the tent for the night, we decided to walk over to the Ranger’s talk and campfire. It was dusk, and I was carrying my son, who was 2 or 3 at the time, on my shoulders. My wife and our daughter – 5 or 6 years old – were walking hand in hand just behind us. We were walking on a path that ran along the perimeter of the meadow when we came upon the Elk, and a doe and her calf were right near the trail!