Any week, I could begin to tell you how I’m doing by saying I’ve been striving, and each week it would be no less true than the one before.

Today, many times, my eighteen year old son flew past the house on his motorized scooter wearing slides and no helmet, doing wheelies in the rain. I debated internally whether to call out to him to put a helmet on, and maybe proper shoes. He is of age, and he knows how I feel about safety.

I didn’t say anything.