I sometimes feel like I need out. I need to escape suburbia and the materialism and the television. I love Target. I love quiet in my house when my kids are watching a show. Life is short though. What am I doing? Is it just a fantasy to move to a farm and give this way of life up? I don't want to look back and regret. That's all. We are doing the best we can......or are we?
A friend sent me this letter. I don't know its origin. I'll give more info if I receive any. paz.
Here's to dreaming......
SUBJECT: Epidemic of the Invisible Children
When my kids were toddlers, we lived in a
town home right in the city. Every day we would go for a walk on the trails. We
just wanted to get outdoors.
One day it stunned me that there were no
children playing outside. <---- Dropping the pendulum from far point
Inside the homes I saw the flickering of
television through the windows.
You knew children lived there because
their toys were outside.
But you never saw the children.
I would talk to my friends who were moms
and they would complain that they would park their kids in front of the TV so
they could get something done.
I had to confess I did that too. I would
turn on PBS Kids. My oldest son Dylan was obsessed with Buzz Lightyear. He
watched Toy Story about 14 times.
I started to notice that my boys would
only play games that they had SEEN ON TV.
Then something very interesting happened.
My husband got a special assignment in
South Africa. We went on an extended leave and lived in Pretoria for 2 months.
There, my boys had no TV. They began
using their imaginations again. They started using natural materials to build
forts and castles. Their play was completely self directed.
In just two months, the change in my boys
was profound. <------ Pendulum swung all the way across to opposite side
Then I remembered… I used to play that
way, I had a great life of imagination and wonder.
My friend Kim and I would build fairy
castles at the bases of trees - complete with tables, chairs, homes, using
everything we could find: acorns, bark, cotton, flower petals and pine straw.
When I was 22 I went around the world
sailing and working as a chef on yachts with my husband. We hit 40 different
countries in 8 years.
Only later did I realize that those
afternoons building fairy castles with Kim and given me the imagination it took
to sail around the world, instead of… I don't know, getting an MBA.
And I was depriving my boys of all those
gifts.
One video game at a time.
Dear parent, I truly know how hard it is
to spin 900 plates and raise kids and pay the mortgage and all that. I get it.
But it's damaging your kids.
You can't undo that damage.
You can't rewind the hands of time.
Your kids are only young once.
I wanted to find a way out - out of the
mechanized, computerized, artificial world. I wanted to give something back.
So I decided to create an event. We hold
it at our farm once a month. Parents from all over the metro drive their kids
out into the country, and as soon as they cross the threshold of our property
they are in a different world.
For 2+ hours parents play with their kids
petting llamas and bunnies, feeding the cows and chickens, and kids scampering
down a nature path through the forest.
And Donald takes the kids on a special
fishing trip at the pond with the kids, while I talk to moms and dads about the
challenges of growing up natural children in plastic suburbia.
Everyone goes home closer to nature and
closer to their children.
Our next Farm Family Getaway is on _____.
I'd love you to come. It's free, all you have to do is sign up here. We do have
limited space - only ___ people per outing are permitted. Beyond that number,
we put you on a waiting list.
I've love to re-introduce you to the
world God made that kids were intended to play in and grow up in. I can't wait
to shake your hand and meet your sons and daughters.
Heidi
You keep kids quiet in the car by handing
them an iphone.
You put them in a coma with Disney DVD's.
I began to heal the rift by showing kids
where their food comes from.
QUESTIONS:
What life are you programming your child
to live?
What tracks will they be stuck on as an
adult that you laid this week? This month?
Are they going to roll down pre-made
industrialized tracks, or are they going to blaze their own trails?