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Sarah's avatar

Reading this, I also thought about how adults in modern societies miss out on “normal adulthoods.” We might work with other adults, but our home lives are nuclear. I don’t think this is an active choice from adults, it’s simply the only arrangement we know.

I notice that when this “nuclear-ness” is interrupted, adults and children alike behave more like you describe. I think of our experiences camping with friends, when the adults socialize and do cooking, cleaning, etc together and the children band together and disappear out of sight.

My feeling is that adults and children both feel freedom from this arrangement. My hunch is if we had more social ways of living for adults, the problems you describe for children would also be fixed. (Maybe not full-on communal living, but community centers, neighborhood meet-ups, etc)

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With my first child, I definitely fell into the "mom must be EVERYTHING to child" mindset. I spent all of my daughter's waking hours engaging her in play, talking to her endlessly to enrich her vocabulary, interacting with her at all times. In fact, I only did housework and chores when she was napping or after she went to bed at night, so as to not deny her one second of important brain development stimulation.

However, when she was about a year old, she gave up the morning nap - so now I had a lot more time to fill up, and less time to get my own things done. I also was pregnant with my second child, and all that obsessive over-mothering was getting exhausting. It occurred to me that my own mother had never been my primary source of amusement - she was certainly loving and attentive, but 1960s moms didn't feel they had to be their children's entertainment. And my grandmother -- well, she raised six children in the 1910s and 1920s, so she was sewing their clothes, baking seven loaves of bread every Saturday, butchering her own chickens and growing and canning her own fruits and vegetables, all without Baby Mozart videos. Yet both my mom and I had turned out just fine; somehow, our brains developed without anyone showing up flashcards as we lay in our cribs.

So I made a conscious decision to not be that overzealous mother any more - and my daughter seemed to appreciate not being under my constant scrutiny. In fact, I realized I was overstimulating her and that partly why she was such a fussy baby! When my second and third children came along, I encouraged them to entertain each other; and by then we had moved to a neighborhood with lots of kids, so every day there'd be a few slightly older children who'd show up to play with my toddlers and who loved entertaining the baby.

My kids were really good at coming up with imagination games on their own; so I only interfered if there was danger or destruction. They all have happy memories of the elaborate make-believe worlds they came up with together. My favorite was the time I walked out into the back yard and discovered they had constructed a giant spider-web looking installment of ropes anchored between the trees and the swing set.

"Are you guys pretending to be spiders?" I asked.

"NO! We're playing butter factory!" my daughter responded, with a look that implied maybe I was a little slow on the uptake.

Fifteen-odd years later, they still remember that butter factory game fondly!

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