Living in a bubble
Do you want to know how much our kids are pampered and coddled these days? Well never mind, I am sure you do know. It’s clearly visible every single day. As a daddy, I am scared of what they are going to be like when it’s their turn to run this world.
Just a few weeks ago, I was at a bbq and happened to notice that one of the kids had a weird contraption that looked like a hand-held fan. On the table was a shallow container with soapy water. It didn’t take my rusty brain long to figure out what it was. It was a bubbles maker! You dip the fan-like thing into the soapy water, turn it on and voila! you’ve got bubbles without wasting a breath. Heck, one could still keep up with their texts while blowing bubbles now. Are you kidding me?
Our kids are missing the point on life. It’s not about the bubbles, it’s the effort it takes to let out just the right amount of air to give you that perfect bubble. Can’t our kids get a chance to break a sweat over anything anymore? The schools work around them and allow them to be tardy and underachieving. For example, at a meeting with one of our foster son’s teachers, he was told by the teacher not to worry too much about the work that he did not hand in during the term as he could always drop them off after exams and get his mark changed. Now what is that doing to us who are trying to instill in him, the value of getting his work done and handed in on time? What is this kid learning here? That the world waits on him and he could get away with anything?
In sports, our poor over-worked children are taught not to compete. Don’t keep scores and leave the nets empty. (no goaltenders). It’s all about the fun of the game. Who cares about developing the kids early? Thank goodness Wayne Gretzky and Tiger Woods didn’t grow up in this. Coincidentally, recent studies are showing that obesity is a growing concern among kids. They are not active enough. Duh.
Back in the islands, we made our own toy cars and trucks. We blew bubbles using our breaths, even though I was asthmatic, I was right in there with the best of them. We played sports and yelled and celebrated when we scored or won a game. No kid was traumatized by losing. We knew our limitations so it didn’t bother us that we weren’t the best player. We kept playing. Our teachers marked us ‘fail’ or ‘pass’ and nothing we did after the fact could change that mark. Now look at me now. Ok, maybe I’m not exactly a good example so don’t look but yeah, you get my drift.
(Do you know that they now have an app that blows bubbles for you?).
Our kids today are pampered, spoiled, coddled and over-protected. I fear that they are ill-prepared to deal with the real world that awaits them when the bubble bursts. But what do I know? It’s just my take.
- Really Big Bubbles – I Mean Really Big! (francineclouden.typepad.com)
- Why innovation flourishes in a bubble (cbsnews.com)
- Our Schools