Scrape more knees
I question why I fear everything, here are some answers
I have a vivid memory of this moment — When it was discovered I was coloring drawings instead of taking notes using the new set of highlighters at the ripe age of 9, those highlighters were smashed upon the concrete floor.
Let your kids go outside
So they won’t fear walking down the block themselves, treating every turn as if there were an axe murderer behind it.
Give them unpleasant, but rewarding experiences
So the summer of the first internship away from home, those bug bites won’t hurt so much or be surprising. And, that summer before, they don’t stupidly turn away an opportunity just because it was away from home.
Tell them, too bad, figure it out yourself
So instead of crying from helplessness, they are a force to be reckoned with when something just needs to get done.
Let them have friends and play with them
So they don’t turn 20 and wonder they are so socially inept, still figuring out subtle social cues most 1st graders know. They’ll stop being the victims and gain confidence in themselves.
Let them embrace their passions
So when they finally have a chance to use them, they aren’t eons behind their peers with developed sensibilities and tastes. They’ll be excited instead of resentful.
Don’t call them every day
So they learn how to be alone and, more importantly, okay with it.
Play along with their puppy love
So when the real deal comes along, they are well equipped to know when it’s quits.
Most days I can be thankful since what did happen growing up drives me to be better, faster now that I’m in a fortunate position of doing what I like best. Some days though, I wish I didn’t feel 18 years behind in life itself.