I had a thought the other day - it's been years since I read a marriage book. Yet somehow, without the sage advice of authors peddling various viewpoints, my husband and I are just as happy as ever, if not happier, despite massive amounts of stress.
It's also been years since I read a parenting book. The last time I tried was in 2011 - a book called "Raise Happy Children - Raise Them Saints!" which I got at a Catholic bookstore. I never got very far in it. I don't remember specifics, but I do recall being appalled at bad logic and horrible hyperbole. And yet, somehow, my children are still good kids, mostly well-behaved, loved by their teachers, respectful, and they still love God, my husband, and me.
I'm thinking there might be a lesson here.
