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05/10/2013 11:50 am ET Updated Jul 10, 2013

Let Kids Have Their Sticks!

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Now that Spring is upon us and playground romps have become a blessed respite from hang-gliding down the basement stairs (or maybe that's just my kids), I see a familiar ritual. It involves an anguished parent-- admittedly, it's usually a Mom-- demanding that her child PUT. THAT. STICK. DOWN. (No, Joey, seriously, PUT THE STICK DOWN. JOEY!!... NOW!!!!)

Geez Louise.

Is it really so awful to let a young kid wield a stick? Maybe it's their pretend fishing pole (seen it), their implement for digging for treasure (seen it), their triumphant torch declaring their sense of Olympian-like immortality, if only for a fleeting moment (most definitely seen it). Somehow, instead, to parents monitoring the playground, it might as well be a firearm. There seems to be some sort of zero-tolerance policy for sticks these days, one I've cringed at and that seems to be getting worse over the seven years I've been clocking in at playgrounds.

And I'm not the only one who's noticed. The other day, I was commiserating with the director of our cooperative nursery school about this. She happily lets kids play with sticks on the playground, as long as they're using them safely and appropriately. And she frets that by having them totally off-limits, kids never get to learn how to do just that. (For the record, she wryly adds, in her decades of letting kids do this, she's never once witnessed a significant injury-by-stick.)

Why do our kids constantly have to hear how "bad" natural things are? Why must they be chastised for being physical and creative and -- dare I say it -- possibly a little sooty? We're not talking guns here. We're not talking baseball bats swung precariously near roving toddler's heads. We're talking sticks, the things that are used to build homes for animals. The things that are -- let's face it --- just parts of trees (which are the things that, for some reason, kids aren't allowed to climb anymore either.)

The more we teach our kids that nature is dangerous, creativity is out of bounds and physicality is not to be tolerated, the more I worry for our society. We're fine with children hammering their thumbs on whatever acronym-laden device we've bought for them to make sure they stay quiet and their clothes stay clean. (Ah, for the days when "Leapfrog" was an actual physical game, actually played outside, rather than a gadget designed to keep them sedentary!) But let them grab something that helps them learn balance, respect other's space and create a world of pretend play -- and yes, just might be a bit dirty and prickly -- and we act like they're on their way to juvenile delinquency.

I'm certainly not on board with letting things degenerate into Lord of the Flies reenactments. And I've definitely had to intervene more than once when a stick was used to threaten, or to simulate a weapon or in a full-contact swordfight. Yes, it takes energy to help kids learn where to draw the line. Tantalizingly, an all-or-none approach would sometimes let my bottom find its way back to the park bench a lot more quickly; it's a heck of a lot easier and more convenient to forget the gradations and just declare no. But let's not pretend that means it's better for our kids.

So, in my idealized playground, we bring on the sticks. And the dirt. And the puddles (yup, I'm one of those Moms too.) It's well worth the effort and the OxiClean. And as far as the danger? I'm betting the long-term effects of staring at screens are a heck of a lot scarier.

Andrea Bonior, Ph.D., is the author of The Friendship Fix and the longtime writer of Baggage Check, the mental health advice column in the Washington Post Express. She is a licensed clinical psychologist and serves on the faculty of Georgetown University.