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My overarching parenting philosophy is “Do your very best not to raise a future asshole.” (Hey “Chicken Soup for the [insert anyone here]’s Soul” people and/or Ann Romney’s speech writers! Just FYI. I’m available for freelance writing gigs.)
But you know that Oscar Wilde quote about how experience is the name we give our mistakes? I also have my fair share of ‘experience’ and expect to continue racking up experience for the remainder of my life. So I feel like, as part of striving not to raise a future asshole, I need to take certain prophylactic measures.
For instance, one time I got upset that the Amazon delivery guy bringing me my shiny new Kindle only came by our place at 3.25p which essentially meant that I was barely ever home when he showed up and would have to wait like four extra days to get my Kindle. FOUR DAYS. WITHOUT A KINDLE. I mean, dammit! What is this, Amish country?! What am I supposed to do?! Read a book from an actual book like a chump? WHY IS MY LIFE SO UNFAIR?! WHY IS THIS HAPPENING TO ME?!
And then I remembered that famine is a thing.
My point is sometimes I engage in entitled assholery, which is not so great just by itself, but somehow seems even worse when my kid witnesses it. So I try to look for ways to underscore that even though everyone ‘gains experience’ from time to time, she can grow up to be whoever and whatever she wants to be. Just not an asshole.
Enter the “Thankful wall.” At the end of each day we’ll talk about what we feel especially grateful for and write them on the chalkboard wall in the kitchen. By Thanksgiving we should have a decent list.
At least we better. Otherwise I’ll need to set up way more anti-assholery prophylactics.