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And I do take real issue with the phrase “we want more for our kids”–as if some people want less for their children, or, worse, as if having a PWS makes you less and dooms you to misery unless it can be fixed. We need less shallowness in the world, not more.
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I understand what you mean, I suppose I should clarify that statement – we want more than we lived with for our kids. I know most parents do, but I also know many who do not. I grew up poor as fuck, we didn’t have indoor plumbing for a couple of years. I wore hand-me-down clothes that looked handed down, while my mother worked her ass off to make sure my sister had all name-brand clothes. Long story on that one, but the end result is this: my kids always look as if we have more money than we do by way of their clothing. It’s not because I want them to be snobs, it’s because of all the things that kids will make fun of, I want to minimise those reasons towards my children.
I know I can’t be the Catcher in the Rye – heck, when Sterling was 7 some little fat girls up the road made fun of her for being “too skinny.” FTR, at the time, she was right in the middle for height/weight for her age group. Kids are just cruel and hurtful, but if I can help mine avoid some of the BS, then I will.
Another part of it is that for a long time, when I was so heavy, I just didn’t care about my own appearance. That’s an ugly world in which to live. I want my kids to take pride in themselves and their appearance, so I have always encouraged nice clothes, clean skin & nails and neat hair. Not to mention my kids, both blond, have the greatest hair and I always enjoy fixing it for them!
Long story shorter, I know it may be a failing in me to be shallow, but it is how I am. I feel that while I encourage them to be concerned about their own looks, I also discourage the type behaviour that discriminates against other kids, so I am trying to remind them that the only person for whom they have any responsibility as regards actions, reactions, dress or abilities is themself. I had a run-in with my daughter’s cheerleading coach at one point (one of the reasons she chose to drop cheerleading) over her “hanging out with the wrong type” – in other words, she was friends with pretty much everyone, regardless of race, parental finances, sexual orientation or religion – not the typical cheerleader. My kids pick their friends by means of personality, not superficiality.
Gods, sorry everyone for hijacking. I will shaddup now.