A child’s imagination knows no internal limitations and is only stunted by environmental factors. I have witnessed the effect of forcing our children to be exact reflections of either who we are or we want to be. Our children are not us, no matter how bad we want that and I wonder “Why would we want that”? Childhood should be about magic, rainbows, and secret places created in the depth a child’s mind; our children have plenty of time to live up to all of the social standards and rules of life.
Entertaining your child’s dream, rather it is to pretend to be a princess and she wants to where a tiara gown everywhere she goes or you make a helicopter out of a cardboard box and create rescue videos of your son (both of which happened), what does this hurt? As parents, we worry about who are children will become, we put them in sport, focus on their academics, and demand perfect manners and behavior but where our the blanket forts? Where are the mashed potato snowmen? (Hey, it’s Southern California), when did you last go look for monsters? When did you look for clues of mermaids at the beach?
Creativity needs to be fostered, just like character needs to be taught; imagination is what fuels the leading innovators of the world, not playing 17 sports a season. Take the time this weekend to listen and adhere to at least one dream, one bizarre request, what could happen?
Gen saved her money to buy a violin today.
Taking one day at a time and wearing ear plugs.