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Originally Posted by BlackCrayon
(Post 20317701)
i suppose you weren't allowed to have imaginary friends, play space or any other things your extreme reality based parents think is illogical and a waste of time. i used to think telling kids santa was real was wrong but now i see its just letting kids be kids. no need to suck the fun out of life and be all serious when you're five. you can believe in santa, you can believe in fairies, you can believe that you an turn into a werewolf during a full moon, you can believe in ghosts. you can get scared by a story around a campfire. its all just good fun.
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nah, as a kid I could do whatever I wanted. my friends and I created a whole fantasy world called Dizzon, complete with a new language we created, system of government, social norms, etc. You had to a special dance sequence to enter. Looking back I'm astonished I was popular, I think my moves on the football field saved me from the crushing judgement most of my kin in nerdom experienced.
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Originally Posted by PR_Glen
(Post 20317595)
except by using imagination it inspires creativity and allows children to raise the bar on expectations, a very healthy practice. Telling them the whole world is a horrible shitty place most of the time inspires nothing... When you take children to an art museum do you tell them its just a bunch of oil paint thrown on a canvas, that were only commissioned by the richest overlords and kings and that artists only get popular after they die? Of course not, because nobody wants their kids to turn into serial killers.
They need to be inspired, they have the rest of their lives to find out the rest.
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I think there's a disconnect here, and it lies in my inability to fully articulate my position.
I'm not in any way advocating a style of child-rearing devoid of imagination, art, mystery and magic, my point is that that the real world is full of that anyways, even without the lies some parents feel the need to tell their kids.
Just a thought- maybe fewer adults would be miserable and jaded if they were raised to appreciate the beauty and magic of the real world we live in, without being taught childhood lies that they then have to grow out of as they get older. So many adults seem to lack wonder and imagination; is there a correlation? Whatever the cause, sad, that.
My parents encouraged my imagination, told me stories that I new were just that, but that didn't make them any less awesome. They also exposed me to the beauty of nature, of people, of science. To me that's a far cooler and more permanent sense of wonder.
I didn't get $$ under my pillow from the tooth fairy either as we didn't practice that ruse, I guess my childhood was diminished there as well? Wrong, I had a multi-lingual grandmother who taught me to swear in 7 languages, who paid me a dollar each time I worked one of those curses into a family dinner. That thrilled me to end as a kid, no one else at the table knowing what I was saying. Beyond that I cleaned up the $$$ far beyond what a set of baby teeth could bring. It came in handy at school too.
The above I mention only to underscore that unique family traditions/special moments can be far more meaningful to children than any of the default ish offered by our cultural norms.
I still stand by my first point though, that 15-20 years from now none of your kids will remember 'Santa' as a defining special moment in their holiday memories. Their time with you is what they'll remember. So many parents seem to think that time together isn't enough to merit being 'special'; to kids it's everything.
Every Xmas as a kid my bro and I woke up to stockings filled with toys, fruit, books, all our fav things. I remember feeling so loved, knowing my parents put all that there, just for me.
Anyways, thanks for this thread. For the first time in 36 years I was planning on spending my first Xmas away from my parents as we now live in diff countries. This thread made me realize: fuck that. I gave them a 'casual' call today to inquire about their Xmas plans, turns out they were planning to spend it solo as they're old, live in the middle of wilderness and don't want to drive down to my aunts on precarious roads. My bro is fairly close by but he'll prob be too busy acquiring his daily dose of crack to visit them. Treating them to anything is like pulling teeth so I just bought them two non-refundable tickets to visit me for Xmas week. I'm gonna surprise them tomorrow. On Xmas day I'll take them to the beach and thank them for doing such a wicked job in raising me.
I feel like I totally jacked this thread responding to posts here so I'll bow out now, but thanks gfy. I don't post here often but every time I do something cool transpires. Zoo non-withstanding, ya'll are pretty cool. Merry Xmas/Happy Holidays to everyone.
(and I promise Phoenix, you can still give your kids and amazing Xmas no matter what they believe)
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Originally Posted by Seth Manson
(Post 20316624)
Tell his kids that their dad really isnt their dad.
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that made me laugh out loud, well done