One of my favorite moments in that movie is when a little turtle leaves the East Australian Current. Marlin freaks out and tries to save him, but the dad stops Marlin, says, "Hold on, let us see what little squirt does flying solo."
Hey, here’s an idea…..why don’t you parent the way you and Taylor know it’s right to parent…for you and the boys…and don’t worry about trying to please the helicopters, because you can’t. Your feigning of concern will never be enough.
Here’s my take on the park…..as much as your kids will learn lessons from the exploring they do, and the possible pain they experience, so too will you, the parent, learn from the limits and boundaries that you allow.
Rhetorically…and not to take an unscheduled turn from your story, do you and Taylor have the same idea and discussed limits of hovering? Have you ever left the park on the way to the ER and Taylor says “what were you thinking?“….visa-versa.?
It's very nice for me that you have kids the same(ish) ages as my kids - so it feels like you're writing specifically for me. Every sentence, I'm like: "oh, YES. right, exactly!". So thank you, again, for writing my feelings out for me to feel seen by!
Also: I dare you (me) to not intervene the next time you're at the playground. I'll let you know how that goes.
Then the whale speaks. Dory inexplicably lets go of the whale’s tongue. Marlin catches her.
“He says, ‘It’s time to let go.’ Everything’s going to be all right!”
“How do you know? How do you know something bad isn’t gonna happen?”
Dory’s answer: “I don’t.”
Marlin thinks for a moment. It’s no use to cling to the whale’s tongue any longer. He braces himself. And he lets go.
One of my favorite moments in that movie is when a little turtle leaves the East Australian Current. Marlin freaks out and tries to save him, but the dad stops Marlin, says, "Hold on, let us see what little squirt does flying solo."
Hey, here’s an idea…..why don’t you parent the way you and Taylor know it’s right to parent…for you and the boys…and don’t worry about trying to please the helicopters, because you can’t. Your feigning of concern will never be enough.
Here’s my take on the park…..as much as your kids will learn lessons from the exploring they do, and the possible pain they experience, so too will you, the parent, learn from the limits and boundaries that you allow.
True—trying to please the helicopters is a losing game, and yet I still find myself performing for them in small, embarrassing ways.
That’s part of what I’m wrestling with here—not just how the kids are learning their boundaries, but how I am still figuring out mine as a parent.
Rhetorically…and not to take an unscheduled turn from your story, do you and Taylor have the same idea and discussed limits of hovering? Have you ever left the park on the way to the ER and Taylor says “what were you thinking?“….visa-versa.?
"I thought *you* were watching him?"
It's very nice for me that you have kids the same(ish) ages as my kids - so it feels like you're writing specifically for me. Every sentence, I'm like: "oh, YES. right, exactly!". So thank you, again, for writing my feelings out for me to feel seen by!
Also: I dare you (me) to not intervene the next time you're at the playground. I'll let you know how that goes.
Let’s both do it and compare notes!