Post #67486 by pablus on Sat, Jan 3, 2004 9:09 AM

I'm sending one out into the world this year. Hey, she's already 9 and needs to make her own way!

I mean uhhh... 19.

I have a smarmy social theory that states something like:

Kids used to help on the farm and to do labor and work around the house, etc. - they were often ignored and told to shut up and grow up and all that. Generally speaking, of course.

Then kids became the center of the home's universe. They were told to speak up and help "raise themselves" and have been marketed to incessantly by the soulless commercial hordes so that they all have to fit in some niche - nice and tidy for the demographics. The parents don't know anything. Kids are all in all.

My theory is that there must be some sort of balance in there between sweat shops and never having sweated at all.

I will do whatever it takes to assist my daughter and have always done that.
But I could never allow her life to run mine over. No matter how hard the push was to make this so.

The theory ends up saying that unless everyone is happy in a household then no one is happy. That includes adults, too.

I usually punctuate bombastic pronouncements like this by throwing a half full mug at her and screaming for her to mix me another zombie or else.

Let Dr. Phil dress THAT little manuever up in a cardigan.

(I'm kidding, of course - I'd never waste half a zombie)