Now, my children love school. When they’re sick, they protest having to stay home. However, this understandably meant more. So we narrowed down the message for their signs, painted them, packed up some water and sunblock, and we headed to Fort Worth’s City Hall.
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And she, like her brother, began to understand that you’re treated differently. Treat someone with respect, and 9 times out of 10 they’ll do the same.
This entry was originally posted immediately after the Sandy Hook Elementary shootings. With recent events at other schools, namely the Santa Fe, TX high school shooting which hits close to home to me and many of my family and friends, I found the timing right to repost this piece.
Like most parents I’ve noticed a distinct difference in what my children are exposed to versus what I was exposed to growing up. In this new age of constant media bombardment, saturation of branding to our children, big box toy stores of goods made overseas, and digital doodads to keep one tuned out for his/her entire adolescence, I thought it fitting to start this series.
In an effort to kick things off, allow me to wax poetic on one of the most simple, accessible, and affordable of playthings… the cardboard box.