Every day some sort of hate mail arrives in my Inbox and quickly gets filtered into the “Hate” label and away from my immediate eye. Two of the most popular triggers for an email to be filtered into the “Hate” pile are “homo” and “retard” and in a single message yesterday, both of those cue words landed in the heap.
Finding suitable homes for disabled children is a tough scheme to accomplish via legal adoption and one would think countries would work extra hard to find suitable and loving parents willing to adopt these special kids to save them from institutional lonesomeness and abuse.
Do children learn how to negotiate their role in society by testing their place in the family hierarchy?
In a previous article — Take Your Children Offline NOW — we discussed low-self esteem parents that publish images of their children on their blogs and websites in order to feel better about their station in the world. Those parents value the self-promotion of — “Look What I Made!” — over the need to protect the privacy of their underage offspring. Today, there’s a next cowardly wave of parental privacy trumping childhood innocence indicated in parents that actively choose to hide behind their children online.
Helicopter parents are hovering over higher education like a black cloud waiting to pour its contents onto a blissful countenance. When parents become the students for their children, the entire structure and memeingful experience of a university education is discounted and downgraded.
Why do universities allow parents to attend class, have access to grades they did not earn, and sit in on meetings with professors?
Do the children of these helicopter parents have any rightful privacy? Or is the only meter of power held in the hands of those who pay the bills?
Part of growing up and away from your parents must include making mistakes, falling down and getting up and — as hard as it is to confess the reality — lying and getting caught should teach more than it punishes.
We need to remove the parents from the higher education of their children or there will never be any hope for the future in helping to create a smarter and more independent generation that can stand alone on the shoulders of those that came before them while thinking and wondering with the same freedom that was won by those that fought the condescension of the paternalistic master and slave dyad of experiencing only what is allowed in the world instead of what should be in the universe.
by María L. Trigos S. Gilbert
Hi, my name is María L. Trigos S. Gilbert. I was born in Caracas, Venezuela. I am now living in the USA; now let me tell you how I got here. One day, I was in a mission trip, preaching the Gospel, when I met Billy Gilbert, my husband (I call him my “gringo” – a gringo is a North American, colloquial term in Latin America ). At first I thought that he was an Italian for how he looked. But gosh, I was wrong because when he spoke, I found out from accent that he was a North American, and a very nice one.