Some Girl

Some girl wants to be Barbie when she grows up. The place card in the middle of my table tells me so. A pain in my chest resonates. It’s a doll. She wants to be a plastic doll? It feels like nothing and everything all at once.

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Let’s Start Here.

Being that I can serve in both the roles, educator and parent, I get that there is a line between negligence and hovering that we hope parents can find. But even knowing that the line exists, I frequently feel like I am trying to find it while blindfolded with nobody to guide me. Even when I do find the middle, it is so difficult to stay there.

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