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The Stars of the Movies Playing Inside Our Heads (On Parenting, Childhood, Cultivating an Imagination, Stuffed Animals, Patience and Riding a Bike)
Children can be selfish narcissistic divas. Children can be joyful, overwhelmed and sensitive creatures. All of us were children once, though some of us grew up faster than others. How did your imagination develop? Did someone in your family tell you stories? Were you a reader? Were movies always playing in your home? Everything is material. All the sensory input from our childhood. Sitting in a classroom, observing. But some of us observe more than others. Some of us are intuitively aware of the energy in a room. It’s a survival skill. Children are biologically designed to keep their parents from falling too far off balance, drifting away from their biologically-designed roles as supportive and nurturing larger humans. I’m not saying children can always fix broken adults…but there’s an unconscious tendency that is symbiotic between a parent and a child. We need to help each other to survive. I learned to make jokes. I learned to give hugs. I learned to give my mom what she needed…because life was indeed hard for her.
Children who grow up without siblings never know where they end and the rest of the world begins. To be an only child born into relative comfort is to exist in a unique realm, where…
