Folks! Below is just one part of a great, fun essay called “Parenting the Way Your Great Grandmother Would.” It’s byÂ Margaret Ables, a comedy writer who has written for Celebrity Death MatchÂ andÂ It’s a Big, Big World. She blogs atÂ shortfatdictator.comÂ (Facebook) and has appeared on ‘Steve Harvey’ discussing parenting/ family issues. She lives in L.A. with her husband and 3 kids under 5. – L
SUPERVISING MY CHILDREN AS IF A RABID BEAR WERE LOOSE AT ALL TIMES IN THE NEIGHBORHOOD by Margaret Ables
When my father was a young boy growing up in Brooklyn he was free to walk all over the neighborhood unsupervised. The one demand that was placed on him was that he never cross the street alone. And so every time he would get to a corner he would reach up his little hand to whatever stranger was standing there and say,
“Hey, cross me, Mister!”
And that stranger, rather than throwing him in the trunk of a car and driving off, would instead guide him across the street and then send him on his way.
My Mom, unknown then to my father and living two dozen miles away in the Bronx, would take to the streets each October for “Mischief Night”. The event involved hundreds of local children dressed in black and armed with tube socks full of flour roaming through the night on poorly lit streets.
The point of the evening, as my mother explained it, was to
“Bludgeon as many other kids as possible.”
Kids got hurt. Older kids targeted younger kids in ways that were unfair. Kids ganged up on one another. Tears were shed. And each one of them came out again the next year excited to do it all again.
If I allowed my children to replicate either of these pieces of their grandparents’ childhood, it would no doubt result in my immediate prosecution. — READ MORE!
Fill with flour and head out into the night!