Today, I saw my beautiful, beloved children teach three adults a bit about being parents. A young boy was at the playground with them, totally smothered by parental and grandparental attention. "Try this! Go here! Let me catch you on the BIG SLIDE!"
I asked The Girl to politely ask if the kid could play with them. Her brother was right there, helping find new play and getting right in the dirt with the little kid. No more than five minutes later, the kid was running and playing, jumping off of slides faster than Grandma could catch, and running off in new directions, leading the play for the group. The adults are still hovering too much, but I can see the glimmers of the beginning of an understanding of healthy child play.
I have never been prouder of my children.
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