Your children need you
To leave them alone sometimes
To let them find a challenge for themselves
To sit and wonder
Without being directed.
To lay on the floor with eyes closed.
To look at the writing of nature
Fibonacci patterns
Have much to teach
But it takes time.
We’ve almost convinced them
That they are not capable
Of occupying themselves
Or coming up with something to think about without us.
They are occupied by us
And fed through wired umbilical
They find their joy in advancing
Electronic levels
Holding trophies
They know they don’t deserve
And prizes they know they didn’t earn
But still it’s fun to get them for awhile
We vaccinate them with praise
To keep disease of truth at bay
What a relief for them
When they realize they don’t have to be great
At everything
But for some it takes too long
I’ve heard from kids, especially in high school, that a B is a D
In the eyes of achievers
That’s what happens when there is only one lane
Out
