I have no end of failings as a mother, but I have always followed the rules.
You were patient, but I worried that your very patience tempted Kevin to try it.
The secret is that there is no secret.
Expectations are dangerous when they are both too high and unformed.
He didn't like to be seen needing it - as if hunger were a sign of weakness.
But I was beginning to intuit that full-blown maturity was not so very different from childhood. Both states in their extreme were all about following the rules.
But the one thing he could not have imagined is that we were withholding nothing. That there was nothing on the other side of our silly rules; nothing.
I am vain, or once was, and one of my vanities was to feign that I was not.