The Little Voice Inside My Son’s Head

Around the time my son, Wolfy turned three years old, he started saying something strange. “I’m not very good at that.” It’s not a very unusual thing to hear from an older kid, but coming from Wolfy, I was surprised.

The Little Voice

Where did he internalize the concept that he wasn’t good at something?

I am careful to never qualify his experiences or abilities for him. And I’ve even started to watch if I say things like that about myself and I don’t. So I don’t think he is getting this phrase from me. Continue reading “The Little Voice Inside My Son’s Head”

Playgrounds Are Hell

Playground

The average modern day playground is a terrible place.

It is where imaginations go to die.  It is where children go to act naughty and get hurt.  I don’t want to come across as an old codger, but playgrounds were much better when I was a kid.  The crappy play structures they are trying to pass off as playgrounds nowadays just don’t cut it. Continue reading “Playgrounds Are Hell”

I Hate Playgrounds

Playground

I hate playgrounds! Whew. There, I said it. I finally admitted it.

The average modern day playground is a terrible place.

It is where imaginations go to die.  It is where children go to act naughty and get hurt.  I don’t want to come across as an old codger, but playgrounds were much better when I was a kid.  The crappy play structures they are trying to pass off as playgrounds nowadays just don’t cut it. Continue reading “I Hate Playgrounds”