This first sentence could be improved.

My mother just waited until all the mothers were back home, then she'd drive up and pick me up. That's the one thing I plan to do differently.

At that age, I was picked up by chauffeurs. Most of them weren't all too pleasant.
Today I visited a school for my own son in Amsterdam. I intend to pick him up every single day.

My father nor my mother ever picked me up at school. They wanted me to manage my self.

Picking up your child at school, makes it weak and spoiled and unapt to confront the difficulties in later life.

Mieke

I guess it all depends on the age of the child. My boy of three years old is not allowed to leave class unless I am at the door.

Sander

My previous comment is not my opinion , it was my mothers and frankly I don't agree.

Margot

You are right.
The first sentence has been improved.

Eric has left a message for Dens in the 2008/08/31 Question entry.

Monica
secretary of Wander Enterprise

My father also hid behind a tree or something else. Not to pick me up, but to keep a close watch on my behavior. “You are alone in an enemy held country, no one will come to help you; survive or die”, was his favorite counsel.
(Hi Mieke)

Jan

You make me laugh, but that's to hide my tears.

@Mieke
It was like a prequel to Mission Impossible: "Should you be caught or killed, the Secretary will disavow any knowledge of your actions". Ah, fathers and Fatherlands.

Who on earth are you people?
And how did this blog come to exist anyway?

Mayli

I don't know what we are, but we aren't hip, young, sexy etc.
If you don't like us, then bugger off.

To Mayli M

Are you asking each individual visitor of this website to introduce him, or herself?
Would this contribute to your wellbeing?

I lack the authority to answer your second question.

A few months ago Television broadcast an interview with the father of M. Dutroux (for those who don't know him: He's a well-known pedophile-killer in Belgium). He said that he would send M. and his brother off to school (a 40minutes trip by train) with a so-called "friend of the family" to keep an eye on them. Of course no one ever saw this '"friend of the family" and he never sat with M. and his brother, but always had them "in sight". Why he didn't sat with the children on the train wasn't said, I believe, or I forgot.

To Dens Powells  

Marc Dutroux belongs to that handful of Belgians who's notoriety transcends the frontier.
He hardly needs an introduction.

to Pjotr

I lack the authority to ask such a thing from each individual visitor.
But anyone who ever wanted to be properly introduced, here's your chance.
Some of you I already know of course.
My wellbeing? No.

to David

I'm verry sorry David, but this blog is finally making it to my Bookmarks Bar, so you'll have to start dealing with hip, young, sexy etc. I'm afraid.

Though I think it's very cute that you are so territorial.

To Mayli

To whom your question was directed then?

As I never had the ambition to be properly introduced, I'll leave it at that.

Apart from Dens, who are you acquainted with?

David and Pjotr

Please!
You both misinterpreted my comment. It wasn't even a real question. More of an excited exclamation (with a smile) about the wonders of the world of this blog and its visitors... since i was absent for a while.
Sorry you didn't get the intonation.
It didn't insinuate that 'i didn't like you', on the contrary, i was happily amazed by most of you...

and after your 'serious' reactions i tried to wave it away with some 'not so serious' blah blah (probably also to contrast with the conversation on 'bedtime stories')

but what - ever

Mayli

I realised that.
It's allright. And I don't discriminate: I tolerate hip, young and sexy people.