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Painting by Tracey Harrington Simpson
The wind comes from the
West, the faithful messenger
Brings me your kisses.
The eastern wind brings you mine,
At dawn, it will wake you up.
Last week, a blog post went viral about why parents should stop trying to give their kids a magical childhood.
One of my friends shared it on her Facebook wall and yesterday a speaker at a sustainability conference even recommended it, saying that parents today spend too much time « on those things like Pinterest » and « working so hard to make their children’s live magical. »
« They’re just making their own lives harder, » she scoffed, « trying to make everything perfect. »
Then she said it’s because we mothers are addicted to stress.
Yes, it turns out we secretly like stress and so the quest to make childhood fun is some deep, psychological quest to make ourselves unhappy.
Or something like that. I had a really hard time understanding the logic in any of it.
These people seem to completely miss the point about what makes a childhood magical, and why some of us…
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