I was driving along with all the children in the van and an interview came on the radio with Richard Louv, author of the new book, The Last Child in the Woods: Saving Our Children From Nature Deficit Disorder. Essentially this book is about the over urbanization of children and the decreasing amount of time children spend playing outdoors.
I'm not recommending this book (The author seemed much more concerned about our "ongoing evolution" than I could ever be) and I'm not, not recommending it either (The premise that children need an abundance of time outdoors to thrive emotionally, spiritually, and intellectually seems true and well worth thinking about).
But my point here is none of these things-- the point here is that this man and his new book got my "Mother Guilt" going:
I've been letting the boys spend too much time on the computer.
We really, really need to move to a more rural place. Now.
I'm not doing enough to help the boys connect with the natural world. I need to do more.
Then, coming out from underneath the guilt cloud, I remembered where we were going. We were on our very way to a FOUR THOUSAND acre Memorial Park where Simeon would attend a three hour class-- out on the trails-- studying birds of prey. The four younger ones and I were going to explore the grounds or, if it got too chilly, head in to the park's (state of the art) children's natural science museum.
That's probably enough for one day.
Then tonight, after a wonderfully full but exhausting day outdoors (sun up to sun down) I wondered to myself...
Should I have required some book work today?
Do I spend enough time cleaning the house?
Mother Guilt: Me against myself... and I still can't win.
Perhaps, one day, I will have "evolved" completely beyond it.