These days, raising kids can be challenging in and of itself. Not only must young parents endure the judgments of their relatives, but they also have to endure internet strangers making random remarks about their parenting styles.
Jordan Driskell, who has five quintuplets, is a young father. By coincidence, his quintuplets are five years old. As you can imagine, raising five identically aged children can be extremely demanding. particularly when a child is five years old and curious and enjoys exploring.
Dad Jordan Driskell, 31, made the decision to come up with a novel solution to his issue. In order to keep his boisterous young children under control when they are out in public, dad purchased child-sized leashes.
Driskell previously used a six-seat stroller for their large family. But since the kids would be bothered when inside, that got old very soon. It was also quite difficult to transport the stroller anywhere.
When the family goes out, this enables the young children walk and explore their surroundings without their dad losing sight of them or control of them, keeping them safe!
A video that Driskell uploaded of the family’s trip to the aquarium sparked a lot of criticism aimed at the parents. With over 3 million views, the video of the children wearing leashes went viral. Numerous others expressed their opinions that the kids shouldn’t have been leashed because they weren’t animals.
“Don’t have so many kids if you can’t handle the pressure,” said one commenter.
Some mockingly advised, “Can’t you just properly train your children?” Talk to them about the dangers of running away.
Expert in parenting and teenage development, Dr. Deborah Gilboa, held a different view. She doesn’t believe that wearing a leash will turn your kid into an animal. Naturally, using a leash is a much better option than staying at home if that is your only option!
According to Dr. Gilboa, a leash is an excellent tool for controlling younger kids or kids with neurodiversity in public settings. She did add, though, that it could be problematic if a neurotypical child is not walking freely by the time they are eight or nine years old and has not yet acquired listening skills.
By then, parents ought to be able to interact with kids verbally rather than through the use of devices like leashes.
Without unwarranted criticism from society, parents ought to be allowed to parent in the manner that best suits them.
My 40 Year Old Son Hired a Lawyer to Sue Me to Get My House but Karma Stepped in Harshly
It wasn’t always like this. Brian used to be kind, but losing his father changed him. My husband had been ill for some time, and although we knew the end was near, it still shattered both of us when he passed. But instead of leaning on me, Brian withdrew, growing colder by the day. After he left with everything of his father’s, I accepted that he was gone from my life. The house, once filled with memories of my husband, became my refuge. I moved forward, learning to stand on my own.
I wasn’t prepared for Brian to come back into my life, especially not like this.
Yesterday, he showed up at my door. My heart skipped a beat when I saw him, hoping for a moment that he had returned to make amends. But my hope quickly faded when I saw the man standing beside him—a lawyer, with a briefcase and a cold, professional demeanor.
“This is my attorney,” Brian said flatly. “You need to leave this house by tomorrow, or we’re taking this to court.”
At first, I didn’t understand. Leave my house? The home I’d shared with his father, the place I had cared for all these years? I looked at the lawyer, hoping there was some mistake, but the truth was clear. My son was suing me for my own home.
“You’re suing me for the house?” I whispered in disbelief.
“That’s right,” he replied without hesitation. “It belongs to me now.”
The lawyer stood silent, but something about him tugged at my memory. As I glanced at him, he gave me the slightest wink—a gesture only I caught. My heart raced as I realized why he seemed so familiar.
“James?” I asked, my voice trembling.
He smiled softly, nodding. “It’s been a long time, Mary.”
It all came flooding back. James was my high school sweetheart, the boy I once loved before life took us in different directions. And here he was, standing in front of me, working as my son’s lawyer. But there was something in his eyes that told me he wasn’t on Brian’s side.
“I think we should have a private conversation,” James said, turning to Brian. “Just a few minutes to clarify some things.”
Brian shrugged, rolling his eyes as he headed back to his car. “Fine. Make it quick.”
As soon as Brian was out of earshot, James leaned in. “I can’t believe how he’s treating you,” he said, his voice filled with concern. “But don’t worry. We can stop him. He doesn’t know what he’s getting into.”
I shook my head, trying to make sense of it all. “He wants to take my home, James. How did it come to this?”
James sighed. “I know it’s hard. But trust me, he’s in way over his head. Let me handle this. We’ll give him a wake-up call tomorrow.”
The next morning, James returned to my house, this time with a bag of freshly ground coffee beans. “I thought we could start the day with a good cup of coffee,” he said with a grin. We sat in the kitchen, sharing stories and memories as we waited for the moment to confront Brian.
When the time came, James pulled out his phone and dialed Brian’s number. The arrogance in Brian’s voice was unmistakable. “What now?” he asked, sounding impatient.
“Brian, we need to talk,” James said calmly. “I want to explain exactly where you stand in this situation.”
Brian snorted. “I know where I stand.”
“No, you don’t,” James replied evenly. “You’re trying to sue your mother for her house, but you’re standing on shaky ground. What you did after your father’s death—taking his belongings without permission, selling them—that’s theft, Brian.”
There was a long pause. Brian was stunned. “Are you serious?”
“Yes,” James said firmly. “You sold things that didn’t belong to you. If you go through with this lawsuit, we’ll bring everything to light. You could face legal consequences far worse than just losing the case.”
I could almost hear Brian’s panic on the other end of the line. “What do you want me to do?” he asked, his voice quieter now.
“Drop the lawsuit,” James replied. “Walk away before this gets any worse. If you do, we’ll make sure nothing else happens. But if you push forward, you’ll regret it.”
Another long silence followed, and I held my breath, waiting for Brian’s response. Finally, he muttered, “Fine. I’ll drop it.”
As James hung up, I let out a sigh of relief. He smiled at me, his usual easygoing demeanor returning. “Sometimes, all it takes is the truth.”
I shook my head, laughing softly. “You’re something else, you know that?”
“I’ve heard that before,” he said with a wink, reaching for his coffee cup.
In the end, Brian was stopped not by anger or revenge, but by the truth. And maybe that’s how it was always supposed to be. Karma had done its work, and I realized that sometimes, all it takes is a little patience—and an old friend—to set things right.
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