I am what I like to call a "Professional Child." I work with kids, and I take the business of play pretty seriously. I'm in the business of fun, but that doesn't mean all I do is giggle and supervise. When working with such raw flows of imagination, shit can get real.
To start, let's be real: Bella is not fat, or even remotely overweight. She's not rail-thin like my other daughter, but how many kids are? Bella is a healthy weight for her body and her age. To think someone could look at a child her age and think she is overweight is unnerving.
In a perfect world, our daughters would get a perfect mix of both our personalities, only the best parts. We could choose to pass on the traits that are healthy and leave the messy ones behind. They would have their daddy's willingness to serve and be a little less bossy than their mommy.
I suppose I thought making a memorable summer for my girls had to include traveling to new and exciting places, but we seem to have made a million little memories just enjoying the simple things summer has to offer right at home.
I cracked an eye, she beamed at me. I tried to keep it open, but the pull of sleep and the resistance to all that the day would hold was too strong. She was still as I drifted off again. Dreams and thoughts chest bumped in my mind, good sleep was over. I opened my eyes.
My son has long hair. Long, curly, wild hair. He's nearly 9 years old and it's only been cut twice. The first time came at the age of 3, when he hacked a chunk of ringlets out of the back of his head with kid scissors.
I am good. I am better than good. I am blessed beyond measure. And I know it. But lately, what I feel more than anything is tired. Not physically tired, though there's always that. No, I mean tired in the full, all-encompassing sense of the word.
These are three shining examples of the amazing impact kids can have on their fellow peers. Caring and engaged adults, of course, play an important role in the happy and healthy development of children.
Should we know whether or not our kids, or ourselves, are overweight? Of course, just as we should know -- before a mechanical calamity -- that the oil in our car needs changing, or our tire pressure is low.
Sure, over the past 15 years I've given birth twice -- once to twins -- and I noticed that I am rounder, softer... a bit more "zaftig." There's a lot more "stuffing," as my daughter referred to it recently while pointing to a mound of bare skin bulging out between my pants and t-shirt.
A better way. Instead of trying to talk your child out of their fears by rushing in with reassurances that aren't helping anyway, help your child come to these very good and reasonable conclusions you are offering, on their own steam, by flipping them around and asking the right questions.
Today, entrepreneurship is hot. And everything points to it getting hotter still. Do you ever worry that maybe your kids won't be ready for the vastly different job and business world, when it's their time to start making a living?