when i was eight or nine, my mother told me i was too old to play with dolls.
i don’t really remember how i reacted. my mother was my idol. she had been sick, very-sick, and sometimes less-sick. this was a less-sick time of her life—it had to have been or we wouldn’t have been out shopping—and i know i wanted to make her happy.
then later, we were at the grocery store. i want to say it was just me and her, and those moments were even more rare than the less-sick moments. she said she changed her mind about dolls, that if i was still having fun with them, then i should play with them, because you’re only a kid once.
this has profoundly affected my parenting philosophy.
1. parents make mistakes. they fix and apologize for their mistakes.
2. kids grow at their own pace.