Playing sucks a big bag of marbles. #nablopomo

In what is the thrill of a blogging lifetime, I'm writing today on The Happiest Mom about play. Specifically imaginative play. And how I'd kind of rather scrub toilets than play yet another rousing game of HOT HOT HOT I burnt my mouth on stone pizza. And how this nomadic life has shown me that, actually play is boring because play is for children. 

As I've written before, I've gained a great deal of parantal confidence by raising my girl over seas. I've learned that maybe what appears on the face of things to be wrong is actually fine. If it works. I've learned that my kid won't sleep the request 12 hours a day with two hour naps, and though highly annoying insofar as it cuts into my imaginary Etsy shopping time, that's also fine.

Which is not to say that I am elevating Asian parenting to some sort of reveared, miracle working, book worthy method. Because it's not. Not by a long shot. (I mean, only yesterday I overheard a mom in the toy store explain to her son that he didn't need new toys because he had an iPad and that was better than toy.)

But what I am saying is that we need to check our assumptions about what is good and right about parenting. Because there are sometimes deeper things going on, things that we don't understand or appreciate, and the world is full of aceholes, and parenting is hard, so we don't need any extra parental judgy aceholery.

Alright. Erica OUT! Soapbox done!

We will return to regularly scheduled nonsense tomorrow.

And until then, I'd love for you to go and check out my post about play.  

If you're interested in this subject at all, here's a podcast from CBC Radio about culture, emotion, and child rearing within an Inuit village in the Canadian artic. There's a lot of great stuff about how actions such as hitting or even biting a child which are normative within that context (and obviously shockingly abhorrent withinours) are subtle ways of teaching kids how to be humans within their own society. I highly recommend giving it a listen. 

(See, sometimes I do have smart thoughts. but mostly I like to think about toddler fashion, chocolate milkshakes, and how I might trick my kid into sleeping for more than zero hours a day.)