What a great (fun) example of a communication kerfuffle. The baby’s “just motorin'” … while saying “c’mon, let’s PLAY” in perfect “dog-ese.”
Sometimes when what we “say” is completely misinterpreted the results can still be lovely…. IF there’s enough love, laughter and goodwill in the air!
I’m not sure who’s having more fun… and who’s more perplexed by the situation.
Maybe I’m too grumpy to write this right now but most of you have been with me for a long time. I trust you’ll forgive me should that become necessary. And if not? I wish you well. I mean no offense.
Ready?
I’m sick of self esteem. I’m tired of talking about it. Hearing about it. Worrying about it. Building it. Protecting it. Blah, blah, blah.
How can a woman who has been an advocate for kids and families for decades make such an inflammatory statement?
That’s simple: I think our collective obsession with self esteem may actually be hurting kids. It’s a term that gets thrown about as a well-meaning but lazy mental shortcut. Self-esteem has become the holy grail of modern parenting.
On the other hand, when I’m not frustrated and ranting, I’m able to hear those statements for what they are: love, concern and a laudable desire to protect.
Here’s the fundamental problem: we can’t give self-esteem to anyone. It’s an inside job.
As parents, teachers and coaches the best we can hope for is to create conditions that allow our kids to have the experiences they need to discover and embrace their own innate beauty and worth. Try, fail, try again, succeed. Hug, kiss. Praise, scold. Love the hell out of ’em. Trust the process. Rinse, lather, repeat.
