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It was about reading her five-year-old daughter's diary. Kim knew her daughter had been writing in her diary and Kim wondered what was going on in her daughter's head.
She took the key and opened the book. She was worried she might find out that her daughter was sad or angry or hiding something. Instead, she found that her daughter was happy and loved her life.
Kim wrote a sweet and endearing post about this experience and her relief to find her daughter happy and healthy. Now, it's known that the Huffington Post has some of the meanest, angriest, trolliest commenters around. I always imagine many of them living in vans down by the river or licking Cheetos residue from their fingers while typing their raging opus in their mother's dark basements.
Well, Kim struck a nerve with her post and got those vans and basements rattling with anger. So many people came out screaming at Kim for "violating her daughter's privacy," for "betraying her trust," and flat out calling Kim a terrible mother.
All of the comments got me thinking. I saw nothing wrong with what Kim did. A few people made the distinction that her daughter is only five, but if she were 15 then it would a be a violation, blah, blah. I have been very clear in making sure my children have never even gotten the idea that they have a right to privacy in my home.
Sure, my kids can bathe in private or close the doors to their bedrooms, but they cannot keep diaries locked away or drawers in their dressers off limits from me and the Hubs. Why do we think that children deserve privacy?
Why do we think that some how we're betraying our precious snowflake's trust by reading her text messages or his emails? I'm not betraying their trust, I'm parenting. They don't get to keep secrets from me.
They don't get to leave this house without telling me where they're going, who they're going with, and when they will be back. They can have an opinion and they can tell me my rules suck, but I really don't care.
I have a job to do. My job is to raise them and to keep them safe and to make sure they're not entitled assholes. Only entitled assholes demand a right to privacy.
Not even adults have complete freedom. I know I've had to pee in many a cup to get a job and I know that my emails were read and my phone conversations were monitored.
My children will never have privacy. I am their mother.The best opinions, comments and analysis from The Telegraph. Sales of gluten-free products will exceed fifteen billion dollars by , twice the amount of five years earlier.
The growing list of gluten-free options has been a gift for many children, who no. Believe me, it's not like I think that when my kids go to their friend's house they are angels.
Far from it.
I know they're not. As much as I try and drill my rules into their heads, I know that as soon as they're out of my sight they're swinging from a chandelier like a monkey. Bubby's Yiddish/Yinglish Glossary.
Yiddish is a wonderful, rich, descriptive, often onomatopoetic language. It has words for nearly every personality type known to humankind. For parents.
Alice did a very good job of helping people realize what their parents did to them, in other words helping them become aware of the ways they were damaged or in many cases, traumatized. If you believe the experts, “child’s play”; is serious business. From sociologists to psychologists and from anthropologists to social critics, writers have produced mountains of books about the meaning and importance of play.