Preshus Indigo Children

RANT RANT RANT RANT

Hope you're enjoying the holiday season, and that all your gifts are wrapped. I haven't sent out the first Christmas card, so I'll be busy this weekend.

Tonight I read a blog that sort of disturbed me, so I shall take this opportunity to unleash my righteous indignation upon you, sweet reader. A blogger seemed to think that a teacher had damaged her child's delicate psyche by perhaps suggesting that a color was inappropriate for a work of art. My eyebrows rolled so far back in my head that I thought I might be having a seizure.

Life is tough.

Our children will encounter difficult professors, teachers, bosses. They'll be dumped by boyfriends--and girlfriends too. They'll face adversity in their life. Just like you. Just like me. Remember when you had to turn in that paper in college by TEN O'CLOCK SHARP even though you'd been partying till three and all six of your grandparents had already been welcomed to Jesus's loving arms, eliminating them as a viable excuse? Remember last week when your boss wanted the project on her desk when she got back from lunch even though you knew she wasn't going to look at it for five days? Did your mommy and daddy call up and make it all better?

I don't believe my job as a parent is to gently smooth every obstable in the path and provide a conflict free world for my children. Sure, we're there for them. If there's a big problem, I'll be there guns a'blazin, fer sure, you betcha. But I've tried very hard since the day my first one toddled into preschool to emphasize that minor disagreements are between YOU and your TEACHER.

Miss Thang wandered into the bedroom tonight with a slip asking me to sign an affirmation that I had reviewed her weekly work. She complained petulantly that there was a substitute teacher today. The slips were due today. The regular teacher, she said, allowed one day grace period for slips, but this teacher took ten minutes off of her recess.

Awwwwwwwww. Oh Lord, I feel my eyeballs starting to spin again.

I shrugged. "Perhaps next week you'll have your slips signed in a timely fashion," I suggested.

People! You do your child no favors by hovering over them ready to go to war over the slightest problem or difficulty that your kids face.

Hey, I'm going to give mad propz to Donald and Ivana Trump. Although I really believe that he could afford a better toupee and dislike his habit of marrying embryos, their grown kids are:

1. Maintaining successful relationships

2. Taking responsibility for their offspring

3. Completing difficult educational pathways.

4. Working real jobs with real consequences.

So he and Ivana certainly did something right.

Congratulations Donald and Ivana!! I only hope one day that I'm richer and better looking than you guys are!! 'Cause you sure did a great job with your kids.