A Teetering Nation
At this moment trees are still of wind. Last night entirety of trees were bend and unable to recover from blast after blast of ripping wind and rain sheets wind. It seem appropriate to me on the eve of an important holiday. I’ve been reading and rereading a book on how to talk and listen to a child. It takes patience and an enormous amount of practice. It’s never a generic process. No human being is alike. So…I try to think how I want to be spoken to as an adult and how I would have liked to be spoken to as child. I’ve been yelled at, blackmailed, coerced, physically hurt and threatened. Fear as a whip and tactic can be successful for someone who is stronger and bigger. I can’t say I haven’t used my adulthood-card on my children but fear and pain were not in my parent-toolbox. I read something that struck me and almost reads as a child’s Bill of Rights: “Our purpose is to speak to what is best for our children— their intelligence, their initiative, their sense of responsib...