Daydream Believers All.
I am a child of the 60’s. That means that apart from knowing all the words to the Monkees theme, I also know what it means to be raised in a family where one parent, with just a High School education, could earn enough to support an entire family. I do remember just enough about the 60’s to be confused about a whole lot of things, but I did absolutely know two things. My parents loved each other and my parents loved me. Now, it is true that I was lucky enough to have awesome parents but at least some of their awesomeness was a result of at least one of them simply being there, always. (I kinda squeezed those two links together there but there both worth a look). As parents ourselves we have now adopted the Mantra of Minnesota Senator Al Franken, who before he was a senator offered this advice to the Harvard class of 2002. “Parenting is the hardest job you’ll ever love. First and foremost, being a good parent means spending lots of time with your children. I personally hate the phrase ‘quality time.’ Kids don’t want quality time. They want quantity time, big, stinking, lazy, nonproductive quantity time.” Turns out that for us, lazy, stinking nonproductive is right up our alley. The problem with that philosophy for us is the golden cross that took place right about the time we entered the workforce. We were born into a society that expected just one parent to need to work (and I’m pretty agnostic about which parent it is) and we now live in a society where two incomes is the norm. There are actually more families with two mom’s working today then there were families with even one mom working in 1960. One of the tricks to allowing everyone lousy stinking quantity time is valuing that in economic terms as much as we currently value a whole host of other things that don’t really promote happy children. If we want more of something we have to value the things that are important to us. In my family, I never doubted that I was.