Sometimes I wonder if it is wise to let Dad's be in charge of their own children. A Dad's definition of safety is different from a Mom's for sure. When I was a young girl, I remember a time my dad was in charge. We climbed to the top of the roof. Then my dad rigged up the chimney to be our belay and we proceeded to repel off of the roof and into the sandbox below. Rumor has it that my mom received a phone call the next morning from a neighbor asking if everything was alright. I imagine that it was quite a sight to see four little kids jumping off the roof, scrambling back up again, and begging for more.
I remembered repelling off the roof when Jared brought home this video of Eric shooting a shot gun for the first time. I tried to remember how proud I was of myself when I was repelling, how I felt like I could take on the world, and not judge Jared's parenting. I hope Eric felt like he could conquer the world. However, I doubt Eric was begging for more.