Aren’t there any insensitive people with poor parenting skills here? Everyone seems so perfect. I’m so tempted to make fun of the way my kids are—you know, keep them in a dungeon and throw them slops kind of thing.
Maybe all kids are just amazing these days. It’s true that, on average, every generation is smarter and more capable than the preceding generation. Our kids are probably more beautiful that we are, too. When I look at the pictures of the younger folks here, it blows me away. Every one of them could be a model.
There are hundreds or thousands of life skills to teach. We’ve focussed (if there could be one focus) on caring and empathy. It’s very rewarding when strangers come up to comment on how lovely and well-behaved our kids are.
However, what really floats my boat, is like yesterday morning, and both kids (ages 12 and 9) were at the piano, playing “Heart and Soul.” It’s amazing to see them play together, not just musically, but also normal kid play. Anyway, I went down to join them, and there were three of us on the piano, and I can’t even begin to describe how that feeling just filled me up, like helium fills a baloon. I want to play forever with them (music, this time).
My son has gone through so many interests that I don’t remember them all: rocks, paper airplanes, paper cutting, crystal growing, and now he is working like a demon to teach himself to draw. He gets so pissed at himself when it isn’t up to his standards, and he’s improving so fast. It’s kind of funny—with piano, he can resist against me, but with drawing, since he chose it himself, he can only resist against himself or get mad at himself.
My daughter is one of those voracious readers (son hates reading). She is so good at school that one teacher spent half an hour gushing about her to us. She is an amazing writer, artist, and musician, and now she’s teaching herself film making. Good lord. Sometimes I wonder if we serve any function at all! Pop the kids out, and let them run!