Before we get into the details of this post, I gotta come clean.
I love TV.
I love movies, and TV, and all sorts of visual media. It is universally accepted that the writing on the screen has gotten better, more nuanced, more sophisticated, and more engrossing.
Chloe just got her driver’s license. With this, her father tells her, comes great responsibility. She will be expected to run errands. She will be expected to take her little brother to karate class.
Although resilience is not a new subject, it has recently enjoyed renewed attention as clinicians work to understand how children and adolescents remain whole in the face of difficult times.
There’s been a lot in the news about the “developing brain.”
It might seem silly that we get all excited about the fact that the brain develops. Of course it develops, you might argue. Kids grow up. They learn things. They get more coordinated, more sly, more…well…grown.
It’s awfully hard to figure out if your teenager is grown up. That’s largely because it’s awfully hard for your teen to decide.
Let’s talk about rats with toys, and rats without.
In fact, let’s put rats on hold for a moment. Let’s talk first about children’s museums; that’ll take us to rats and their toys, and move us nicely to the welfare of the brains of our children.
My parents argued with each other.
Most parents do.
In fact, we worry more about the parents who never argue. If parents don’t argue, we worry that they’ve lost some of the passion to discuss (albeit vociferously!) the difficulties in raising a family.
Stephen’s parents were worried. Stephen was an active 7-year-old who was having trouble learning to read, and staying seated in class. Now that he was in second grade, he was having trouble completing homework.
When Suzie was four years old, she was so excited.
The families in her neighborhood had all chosen the same crisp Sunday to rake all of the fallen autumn leaves.
There was a common conversation that often happened when I was in college.
“What,” we would ask each other, “was the name of the blanket you carried around when you were a kid?”
“Blanky.”
“Big Red.”
“Actually, I didn’t have a blanket. I had a stuffed elephant named Gilbert.