Good parents use the mistakes they did in the past when they were young to advice the children God gave to them to prevent them from repeating those mistakes again. However, bad parents always want to be seen as right and appear “angelic and saintly” as if they never had horrible youth days.
You were always an annoyingly holy child, Frankie. What the hell was wrong with you?
Small children are capable of great love. Love that overwhelms. Love that changes small worlds completely. Dangerous feelings that blot out everything.
The simplest toy, one which even the youngest child can operate, is called a grandparent.
Children are not chattel. they cannot be given away or traded in the marketplace.
Magrat liked to think she was good with children, and worried that she wasn’t. She didn’t like them very much, and worried about this too. Nanny Ogg seemed to be effortlessly good with children by alternately and randomly giving them either a sweet or a thick ear, while Granny Weatherwax ignored them for most of the time and that seemed to work just as well.
Why is it that children, taught the names of the months and the fact that there are twelve of them, don’t ask why the ninth is called the seventh (September), the tenth called the eight (October), the eleventh called the ninth (November), the twelfth called the tenth (December)?
It would be better to have no school at all than the schools we now have. Encouraged, instead of frightened, children could learn several languages before reaching age of four, at that age engaging in the invention of their own languages. Play’d be play instead of being, as now, release of repressed anger.
Wouldn’t the world be a much better place if we didn’t make it past the age of maybe 10? Think back to when we were younger, before we were so easily influenced by adults. We rebelled against everything that we now believe is impossible. Super Heroes still existed and we didn’t hold grudges because “sorry” was okay and as long as you still wanted to share your toys with me, nothing more needed to be said. Be 10 years old today everyone.
We must give our children back their ability to see the divine; we must help them to return to their original innocence where they saw God everywhere they look.
They saw the divine in the flowers and the insects of the world, they saw God in the animals and the clouds, and we have stolen that ability from them, give it back to them!
Tell them they do not have to wait for an afterlife to experience the divine, because the divine is here with us, within each of us and all around us.
Can’t you see?