Johnny's Show Notes for RSDOI Episode 5
I immediately question the wisdom of uploading this episode for a few reasons.
Primarily, because we are, as a family, extremely cautious about posting about our children on social media. In fact, as a rule, we don’t do it. Nothing on facebook about my children. No pictures of them on instagram. I have to have awkward conversations with the grandparents and ask them to delete things when and if they post. It does not always go well. Ultimately, we feel that the public representation of who our children are can and should (eventually) be their responsibility, and so we intend to hand them as much of a blank slate as possible.
Having said that, this episode was uploaded with my son’s explicit consent, and will be taken down if/when he decides that he hates it.
Maybe all that’s neither here nor there, but I felt like it needed to be said.
The other reason I question whether or not I should have uploaded this is it represents what is, perhaps, not my best trait. I do invite my son to come into intellectual conversation, but I often do it in ways that are easy for me, where I’m effectively guiding him toward my point of view. Asking him, in not so many words, if he sees the world my way, instead of inviting healthy disagreement.
And maybe six is too early to be inviting disagreement, but I could probably afford to validate his thoughts more.
Listening back to the way that I communicate with Elliot was… illuminating. I cringe at moments when I talk over him. I enjoy his riff on Minecraft and the free, unhindered expression of things that matter to him. I wonder whether or not he feels respected and honored by our conversation. I hope he does.
Finally, this conversation has me antsy for the next opportunity to sit down and spend some time reading - even if I can only find that time to read by myself. It’s tough out there sometimes, trying to carve out time for things that are not immediately relevant to our survival (e.g., eat, sleep, feed, drive, clean, work, cook, etc.). I miss an afternoon with my head buried in a novel.