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One clear challenge with parenting is the instinct to protect when exposure to an experience could aid the development process for the child. Or to protect when it just isn’t needed. Behind this I sense some level of projected neurosis, but lets remain on the level of how it might play out.
This past week while we were visiting the American Museum of Natural History, we needed to trek from one end of the building to the other to get in line for our viewing of the butterfly exhibit. I was carrying the baby (she’ll turn one in a little over a week) as we took a shortcut through the hall of the North American Mammals. It’s pretty dark in there, which got my attention and I began to monitor if she was feeling scared. Then rounding the corner, I hesitated, considering if I should cover her eyes and quickly head a different direction as two stuffed Kodiak bears, one standing at least seven and a half feet tall, loomed up in the case next to us. Before I could react, a huge smile spread over her face as she pointed and made some indiscernible sounds that could easily be translated as “Wow.” Silly daddy.
I hearken back to the gruesomeness of the original Grimm’s fairy tales and consider what we have lost by the Disney-fication of these lessons. It’s seems that we have collectively accented to a teflon coated mythology in order to shield ourselves and our children from the raw, perhaps harsh realities of life. Does that serve us? Does it serve them?
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