To my 6 year old: “Where did you hear about hand/eye co-ordination?”

“On TV Dad. That toy was on Nickelodeon. It really helps people learn things” Shoot me now!

Seriously – THESE ARE TOYS! “Toy” – Thesaurus has “plaything” and “game” as two of its synonyms. Imaginative and creative play can happen without keeping up with the Jones’s – as can social skills.

We spoke to our pediatrician when we were looking for a caregiver when my wife was about to go back to work and she said: “Find the warmest caregiver you can find who will take care of your child and make life fun for them. Through experiences they will learn and you want learning to be fun. A good hugger will come in handy also.” She emphasized interacting and sitting on the floor and playing and reading – all developmental stuff that our generation seemed to do fine with.

I was blown away when we started seeing what you are talking about. And the price tags for nursery school/pre-k were no joke either – for a seemingly glorified playdate. And supposedly the higher the price the better the “education”? C’mon – we are talking about 2 and 3 year olds. And the programs have activities specially chosen for developmental reasons.

40+ years ago I am sure I also played with blocks, climbed stairs, finger painted and played in a sand area. I just do not believe that back then it was rationalized as fine motor skill development and socialization programs to justify 5 figure fees for half days 3 mornings a week.

Maybe it is time to run away and join the circus. Wrong words – this sounds like a circus already.

To my 6 year old: “Where did you hear about hand/eye co-ordination?”

“On TV Dad. That toy was on Nickelodeon. It really helps people learn things” Shoot me now!

Seriously – THESE ARE TOYS! “Toy” – Thesaurus has “plaything” and “game” as two of its synonyms. Imaginative and creative play can happen without keeping up with the Jones’s – as can social skills.

We spoke to our pediatrician when we were looking for a caregiver when my wife was about to go back to work and she said: “Find the warmest caregiver you can find who will take care of your child and make life fun for them. Through experiences they will learn and you want learning to be fun. A good hugger will come in handy also.” She emphasized interacting and sitting on the floor and playing and reading – all developmental stuff that our generation seemed to do fine with.

I was blown away when we started seeing what you are talking about. And the price tags for nursery school/pre-k were no joke either – for a seemingly glorified playdate. And supposedly the higher the price the better the “education”? C’mon – we are talking about 2 and 3 year olds. And the programs have activities specially chosen for developmental reasons.

40+ years ago I am sure I also played with blocks, climbed stairs, finger painted and played in a sand area. I just do not believe that back then it was rationalized as fine motor skill development and socialization programs to justify 5 figure fees for half days 3 mornings a week.

Maybe it is time to run away and join the circus. Wrong words – this sounds like a circus already.

In the last few weeks, I’ve purchased an interactive play kitchen for a 3-year-old nephew obsessed with cooking; a toy rocket for a science-mad 12-year-old nephew; and a bunch of Cars-related toys and books for a 1-year-old niece whose unbreakable focus when she watches that particular movie is astonishing.

I couldn’t care less if any of it has scholastic or athletic merit. Whatever their interests, they’ll learn in play what they need for the schools and careers they choose. And maybe they’ll actually enjoy childhood…

In the last few weeks, I’ve purchased an interactive play kitchen for a 3-year-old nephew obsessed with cooking; a toy rocket for a science-mad 12-year-old nephew; and a bunch of Cars-related toys and books for a 1-year-old niece whose unbreakable focus when she watches that particular movie is astonishing.

I couldn’t care less if any of it has scholastic or athletic merit. Whatever their interests, they’ll learn in play what they need for the schools and careers they choose. And maybe they’ll actually enjoy childhood…

all this trickles down to the children and teenagers…they become the diminutive of their parents, taking their parents’ views and making them their own.

i had to laugh at your story at the pediatrician. i have had the exact opposite experience. as a mother of very large babies who have grown up, thus far, to be much taller than their peers, i endured the raised eyebrow and sideways glances of mothers who thought my children, especially the middle one, were more than a year older than they actually were- due to size – when they were toddlers…and therefore not terribly bright.

many years ago we were waiting with other parents and their babies & toddlers, for my eldest to get out of nursery school. my, then, youngest had barely mastered the “normal” speech of two year olds and was walking around trying to talk to the other parents and children – a very social two year old – and was unable to really communicate much at all. two mothers, with their perfectly tiny two year olds speaking in perfect two year old babble, queried, “goodness…how old is THAT one?” “barely two”, I responded calmly. silence, then the….”ohhhhh.” you could feel their relief – was it for me? – that this child was just tall/large for their age and not some terribly backward three or four year old. this was an all too common experience in my life as a young mother.

perhaps there are those who boast of their 90% percentile child and are dismissive of those who are less, but as a parent of three – well above the 99% percentile – children, i encountered the opposite reaction. i always looked at those – like you – with the smaller children as lucky to have more normal sized babies and toddlers…it took a few years to realize that size, in this case, really does not matter!

i grew up in far simpler times. we played out-of-doors, wrote letters and got excited about a telephone call. we were divided into classes in high school according to our abilities, but it really wasn’t that big a deal. everyone i know went to college, some to harvard, yale and amherst, but some to regular old state schools or smaller private colleges. we are all now basically happy and doing our thing. in fact, my closest high school friend, who entered harvard at 16, says it did very little for her, except make people overly impressed when they found out from where she graduated. yes, she got a good education, if you count having TAs teach most of your classed for the first two years. at 43 she would make a different choice, and as mother of one highly intellectually gifted son and another completely normal, on track son, she struggles to keep a balanced perspective while those around her seem completely in awe of her son and all those great possibilities ahead of him.

she and i agree we all have a path and if we stay true to ourselves, things usually work out. harvard or whatever…the education you get really depends on what you put into it.

now days everyone wants their child to get into harvard or yale and they engage coaches so their child’s college ap will stand out among the madding crowd of applicants. i fear for my children. i have worked mightily to keep them as sheltered as i can, without making them freaks within their peer groups.

i waited until each one was in first grade and settled before they could sign up for an after school activity…just one. in third grade they could add a second and learned to balance a sport and an instrument. they went to school, read a lot of books, played make believe, rode bikes and ran around outside. their friends were on more than one team and very busy every weekend. when my children said they were bored, i told them to go grab a book or get on their bike. now as teens/tween, they tell me often how glad they are that i was laid back and gave them a simple outlook and the ability to learn how to engage on their own.

one of my children was placed in special ed gym (!!!) in elementary school…she was rather uncoordinated. now she is highly successful at her sport and is being recruited by colleges…it certainly wasn’t any extra special toy i bought that promised to teach her balance or coordination that got her where she is today. it was just plain old fashioned time and growing up into her body…and finding the right sport.

what i want to instill in my children is a sense of being at peace with just living their lives…i do want them to be the best they can be, live up to their fullest potential, but not get lost in the new rat race of being a captain of industry or whatever.

all this trickles down to the children and teenagers…they become the diminutive of their parents, taking their parents’ views and making them their own.

i had to laugh at your story at the pediatrician. i have had the exact opposite experience. as a mother of very large babies who have grown up, thus far, to be much taller than their peers, i endured the raised eyebrow and sideways glances of mothers who thought my children, especially the middle one, were more than a year older than they actually were- due to size – when they were toddlers…and therefore not terribly bright.

many years ago we were waiting with other parents and their babies & toddlers, for my eldest to get out of nursery school. my, then, youngest had barely mastered the “normal” speech of two year olds and was walking around trying to talk to the other parents and children – a very social two year old – and was unable to really communicate much at all. two mothers, with their perfectly tiny two year olds speaking in perfect two year old babble, queried, “goodness…how old is THAT one?” “barely two”, I responded calmly. silence, then the….”ohhhhh.” you could feel their relief – was it for me? – that this child was just tall/large for their age and not some terribly backward three or four year old. this was an all too common experience in my life as a young mother.

perhaps there are those who boast of their 90% percentile child and are dismissive of those who are less, but as a parent of three – well above the 99% percentile – children, i encountered the opposite reaction. i always looked at those – like you – with the smaller children as lucky to have more normal sized babies and toddlers…it took a few years to realize that size, in this case, really does not matter!

i grew up in far simpler times. we played out-of-doors, wrote letters and got excited about a telephone call. we were divided into classes in high school according to our abilities, but it really wasn’t that big a deal. everyone i know went to college, some to harvard, yale and amherst, but some to regular old state schools or smaller private colleges. we are all now basically happy and doing our thing. in fact, my closest high school friend, who entered harvard at 16, says it did very little for her, except make people overly impressed when they found out from where she graduated. yes, she got a good education, if you count having TAs teach most of your classed for the first two years. at 43 she would make a different choice, and as mother of one highly intellectually gifted son and another completely normal, on track son, she struggles to keep a balanced perspective while those around her seem completely in awe of her son and all those great possibilities ahead of him.

she and i agree we all have a path and if we stay true to ourselves, things usually work out. harvard or whatever…the education you get really depends on what you put into it.

now days everyone wants their child to get into harvard or yale and they engage coaches so their child’s college ap will stand out among the madding crowd of applicants. i fear for my children. i have worked mightily to keep them as sheltered as i can, without making them freaks within their peer groups.

i waited until each one was in first grade and settled before they could sign up for an after school activity…just one. in third grade they could add a second and learned to balance a sport and an instrument. they went to school, read a lot of books, played make believe, rode bikes and ran around outside. their friends were on more than one team and very busy every weekend. when my children said they were bored, i told them to go grab a book or get on their bike. now as teens/tween, they tell me often how glad they are that i was laid back and gave them a simple outlook and the ability to learn how to engage on their own.

one of my children was placed in special ed gym (!!!) in elementary school…she was rather uncoordinated. now she is highly successful at her sport and is being recruited by colleges…it certainly wasn’t any extra special toy i bought that promised to teach her balance or coordination that got her where she is today. it was just plain old fashioned time and growing up into her body…and finding the right sport.

what i want to instill in my children is a sense of being at peace with just living their lives…i do want them to be the best they can be, live up to their fullest potential, but not get lost in the new rat race of being a captain of industry or whatever.

First, I’d say to the parents doing kids homework so they get into a good college, that’s ridiculous. I think it falls inline with Toads analysis.

I’ve had a number of friend who had very, very competitive parents placing a huge pressure on them. All of them “cracked” so to speak (not saying all will, but sadly in this case, all did). Some in worse ways than others.

When it comes to it, I don’t think it matters what college your kid gets into it or how “smart” they really are. They are going to be the ones who inevitably define their future, and their success will lay in that.

I honestly didn’t realize there was this whole “competitive” parenting. I suppose that makes me lucky, but honestly, it makes me sad instead.

First, I’d say to the parents doing kids homework so they get into a good college, that’s ridiculous. I think it falls inline with Toads analysis.

I’ve had a number of friend who had very, very competitive parents placing a huge pressure on them. All of them “cracked” so to speak (not saying all will, but sadly in this case, all did). Some in worse ways than others.

When it comes to it, I don’t think it matters what college your kid gets into it or how “smart” they really are. They are going to be the ones who inevitably define their future, and their success will lay in that.

I honestly didn’t realize there was this whole “competitive” parenting. I suppose that makes me lucky, but honestly, it makes me sad instead.

Love ya Ann, for feelin’ the pain! What’s WITH these parents????

Love ya Ann, for feelin’ the pain! What’s WITH these parents????