Me: I brought baby ______ a stuffed tiger!
Cousin: Ohhhhhhhhh sorry, we can't accept that, the fur is partially made from polyester and that can be irritating to the baby's soft skin, we don't believe in using synthetic fibres around our baby
Me: Oooooookkkkkkk...well I also got ______ this transformer toy....it's a robot...and a car...little boys like that right? There's no small parts it even says so on the packaging!
Cousin: We only let _____ play with educational toys. His leappad teaches him both reading and math skills.
Me:..............what. the. fuck. (this part was only in my mind)
Cousins: Bitch probably bought that piece of shit at Walmart
These children have ended up so sheltered that a trip to the park reduces them to tears. They don't know how to deal with life, they are too soft. Every fall, every bump, is a traumatic experience. When I was a kid my mom would release my brother and I at the park to run like free range children with the neighbour kids while she and the other moms took what I can only assume was a much needed break from us. I have so many scars accumulated in my childhood from god knows what but it didn't hurt me in the long run!
Not that I'm saying we need to go back to having a wood-burning kit in every home (I never had one, I was too young but both my parents did and I found one at my grandparent's house, it was awesome and extremely dangerous since a) you were literally burning designs into blocks of wood with a piece of hot metal and b) the power cords on them were so short you were guaranteed to be playing with it directly beneath an extremely flammable curtain) but come on people let your children live a bit!
Please note I am not recommending this product for children simply commenting on it's awesomeness
When I was a child we would go over to the afore mentioned cousins' house and my uncle would herd my brother and I into the basement and set up a dozen rat traps. REAL rat traps which could easily take off a finger.
Rat trap i.e. finger eating machine/hours of fun! Though in hindsight I wonder how sanitary this all was since they were all obviously used to murder intruding rats...most were oddly discoloured now that I think about it.
He would then give my brother and I each a broomstick return to the adults upstairs while we tore around the unfinished basement smacking rat traps with broom handles. It was exhilarating. Sometimes the traps would jump into the air after being released and we would whoop gleefully and sometimes they would get stuck on the broom handles in which case we would use our tiny hands to try and pry these finger hungry death machines off of them so we could continue our game. Once we had succeeded in setting them all off we would race upstairs to tell our uncle to set them all up again.
We did this from the ages of ~5-10...completely unsupervised...in a basement where there were likely actual rats...
Scary rat is angry at us for joyfully flaunting our murderous power
Once again I'm not recommending this to parents but in the 5 or so years my brother and I spent setting off rat traps in my uncle's basement we never once hurt ourselves. And this was only about 10-15 years ago, what happened in the short interim between my childhood and my current adulthood that completely revamped the way we raised children?
Now they cut down on children's homework in elementary school because it's too stressful, they don't give failing grades anymore, hell you can't even be cut from a school team because everyone should get a chance to play so everyone who tries out makes it (this may not be true everywhere but my aunt who has two young children currently enrolled in elementary school has told me this is happening in her school district). There's no competition! It's all for fun, that's not what the real world is like! If everyone is special, then no one is (loosely paraphrased from The Incredibles) and that is boring and setting children up to be failures.
Some people will be better at somethings than you will be, these people will be better at everything than you will ever be at anything. Accept it.
So parents give your kids a fighting chance in the world today and, even if you are still anti-rat trap, let them try out for a sport and, if they don't make it, try not calling the teacher to complain and insist your son make the soccer team. He didn't make it because he wasn't as good as the other kids, so now he can be inspired to practice and he'll be better next year when he tries out again. Let them go on the monkey bars and if they fall so what? They can suck it up, and they'll be better for it.