But What About Their Childhoods?
The unaccounted victims of Covid-19 are children, who may be robbed of their most formative years. So why might this period instead be an opportunity?
To many of us it feels like terrorism. It feels like war.
Hell, it feels like a science fiction movie.
To a child — for the sake of definition let’s say qualification is under 13 years of age — how do you think it feels?
The stuff of nightmares, if they at all understand with what they are dealing?
I was allowed to have a childhood.
I was fortunate.
Someone like the late Michael Jackson, for example, didn’t have a childhood; he only knew business. The controversial star — though he had all the fame and money one could hope for — personally paid for the lack of a nurturing environment for the rest of his life.
There’s a lesson, there.
I was born in 1964, and my parents were very supportive of my interests. I was a quiet and shy kid, who lived in a world of fantasy. The images that follow are bits and pieces of what being a child meant to me …
My imagination was fired. But it wasn’t enough.
What meant more than any of that … was this:
I found this image on the internet, but my dad introduced us to the exact same game. My two brothers and I played Marble Roll frequently.
It was a simple game, it took two minutes to put together, and it meant more to me than anything.
In our version, we trashed the top of the box, turned the bottom upside-down, and cut out three holes instead of the five as seen in the above photo. The smaller center hole was ten points; the side holes were five. The rules were simple: We each took 10 turns, and whoever scored the most points by shooting their marbles in the holes won.
Why was this game so meaningful?
We had no money. What my parents were able to bring in financially was enough to pay the bills, with little left over.
We could barely go out.
We got by on love and invention.
And that’s the point.
If you have kids, or if you teach kids (virtually, these days), get by on love and invention.
Today is an opportunity. It is an opportunity to bond with your children, and/or your students, and allow their imaginations to run wild while formulating and implementing ideas during this period of lockdown and lack of funds that will enable positive senses of fun and friendly competition.
Encourage reading, and writing. Encourage puzzle-building.
When I was a child, comic books ignited my creativity; try to work with the children to enhance theirs.
My wife had a telling conversation with a relative a few days back. He said his 28-year-old daughter had already been through 9–11, the mortgage crisis and last recession, and now the horror of Covid-19. The relative, though, is a supportive parent. He always takes the time to talk with his daughter during periods of crisis. They speak openly, and honestly. As does she, he also expresses his fears and concerns.
Today, she (still) works in a job that has enabled her to prepare for the present “rainy day.”
Lesson Learned: The “Rainy Day” is Here
How many of us did not responsibly save our money? Our parents were not wrong.
The reason is because she’s learned valuable lessons.
Times of crisis are particularly opportune when teaching valuable lessons.
Never stop being a teacher to children, regardless of your vocation.
I’ll wrap up here. Clearly, I went on a bit of a nostalgia kick by finding so many online images with which to identify.
The children of this world need the same. Whether temporarily locked-in, as with our present moment, or free to roam out and about and resume life as once was, there is always opportunity to teach and inspire.
We’re all scared today.
It’s up to us to make it better for those who will lead our future.
Thank you for reading.
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