Philosophy. Dinner.
Feb. 27th, 2005 07:43 amMight as well get it out into the open.
My philosophy about parenting is this:
1. There is no one right way.
2. Infants & children don't read the behavioral textbooks.
(And as a coda: What works for you may not work for someone else.)
3. Putting your kid into dangerous situations is generally a bad idea.
4. Parents know their children best.
5. See #1.
There are exceptions to these rules. Here are a couple.
1. Carseat. Always. This is not negotiable.
2. I know of several 7-10 year olds who found their parents behavioral books and read them. And proceeded to develop a variety of interesting behaviors, having found fodder for their imaginations in the books.
3. This can be taken to extremes: putting your kid in the car and driving on the freeway, for instance, is something that you just have to do.
4. Parents who don't care about their children (and anyone who feels even the slightest twinge at reading this is not in this category) and their well-being don't know their kids best.
Dinner last night was very pleasant. It's always nice to see Karen. It was doubly good to introduce her to my Mike and my Roo and give her a house tour. Roo was *very* two, but Karen didn't seem to mind, being a very gracious person.
My philosophy about parenting is this:
1. There is no one right way.
2. Infants & children don't read the behavioral textbooks.
(And as a coda: What works for you may not work for someone else.)
3. Putting your kid into dangerous situations is generally a bad idea.
4. Parents know their children best.
5. See #1.
There are exceptions to these rules. Here are a couple.
1. Carseat. Always. This is not negotiable.
2. I know of several 7-10 year olds who found their parents behavioral books and read them. And proceeded to develop a variety of interesting behaviors, having found fodder for their imaginations in the books.
3. This can be taken to extremes: putting your kid in the car and driving on the freeway, for instance, is something that you just have to do.
4. Parents who don't care about their children (and anyone who feels even the slightest twinge at reading this is not in this category) and their well-being don't know their kids best.
Dinner last night was very pleasant. It's always nice to see Karen. It was doubly good to introduce her to my Mike and my Roo and give her a house tour. Roo was *very* two, but Karen didn't seem to mind, being a very gracious person.