There’s no scrolling or being sidetracked by images and information.... No pressure, no exposure. I feel like I could once again write. No one visits here anymore and I could possibly explore my thoughts in this space again. Maybe.
What is our need to convert our thoughts into words and how is that so important to the expanding growth and knowledge to know ourselves? We strive to understand our connectivity to each other and how that one thing is the sinew that binds us all. To keep it strong and expandable is key to existing in a state of healthy awareness. Being attached yet independent and resilient are all descriptions of what we see as integral to human health. But the balance of this is a complicated and pressing expectation in this current social landscape.
And much of the responsibility of this expectation relies in the raising of children. The parent is to take on this whole task with enormous amounts of critical observation. We are the caretakers of these growing humans and are required to manage their exposure and social online balance with immense and conflicting information at our very fingertips. We are overloaded with options and decisions within this negative and doomed moment in our existence, we are expected to instinctively know and immediately have the correct response to our children’s actions.
But we are so swamped trying to navigate through this mindful movement of parenting with our heightened alertness in everything appropriate.
Which is humanely impossible to fucking do.
Either we're trying, or we're giving up.
If your child has an issue, anxiety, bad behaviour. It's how is that child being parented? What are the parents doing? We all do it, we all judge and compare. And to some extent it's true. We are partly how we were raised. But these days the analytical process that takes place is debilitating.
Maybe I am sensitive to it as both my own parents are councillors/Therapists and so the degree of pressure to raise well balanced kids is felt intensely. Too much insight.
But then there are the good days. Where you actually feel a little smug cause the kids are happy and you sit back and you think yep, we’ve got this. We’re playing scrabble by the fire and everyone is content and there’s no technology.
But then the kids want to practice spelling or order there scholastic books, or whatever the hell... and these things are not on fucking paper, these involve apps or internet and we are back to square one, because as adults we find it hard to stick to the one thing we hopped on our phone for, so how the fuck do we teach our kids this. Did you know that there is no ethical online use which allows are to focus on one thing, everything is based around keeping us on the device. EVEYTHING.
I’m really having quite the debrief session here!
Anyways feeling a little little lighter. Cheers.