Parenting Perspectives: Straight roads and rearing your children in a foreign land

My son, Will, was probably about 1-and-a-half or 2 years old when I snapped one of my favorite photos of him. There’s a sweet little smile on his face as he stands at the end of a farmstead driveway. The gravel road that runs perpendicular to that path stretches long and straight as an arrow into the distance behind him.