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[hullo-person]

Go snow man Go!

“I want to see the world… But I cannot move”

Reblog the snowman to show him the world.

[hullo-person]

Tru!

Wish my Parents could see this...

"Should parents read their daughter's texts or monitor her online activity for bad language and inappropriate content?"

Earlier today, I served as the “young woman’s voice” in a panel of local experts at a Girl Scouts speaking event. One question for the panel was something to the effect of, “Should parents read their daughter’s texts or monitor her online activity for bad language and inappropriate content?”

I was surprised when the first panelist answered the question as if it were about cyberbullying. The adult audience nodded sagely as she spoke about the importance of protecting children online.

I reached for the microphone next. I said, “As far as reading your child’s texts or logging into their social media profiles, I would say 99.9% of the time, do not do that.”

Looks of total shock answered me. I actually saw heads jerk back in surprise. Even some of my fellow panelists blinked.

Everyone stared as I explained that going behind a child’s back in such a way severs the bond of trust with the parent. When I said, “This is the most effective way to ensure that your child never tells you anything,” it was like I’d delivered a revelation.

It’s easy to talk about the disconnect between the old and the young, but I don’t think I’d ever been so slapped in the face by the reality of it. It was clear that for most of the parents I spoke to, the idea of such actions as a violation had never occurred to them at all.

It alarms me how quickly adults forget that children are people.

[hullo-person]

Soul

My soul has chosen me, This body of skin and bone, I wonder how I can see.

I know that I am a she, And I think some time ago, My soul has chosen me.

In the end I can agree, How I can’t understand whom, I wonder how I can see.

Maybe I had been a bee, Or a panther filled with woe, Yet my soul has chosen me.

I might have been tall and mighty, And even saintly, small and stout I wonder how I can see.

I don’t know how others can know me.

[hullo-person]

Tundra

The moment has stopped for once,

Frost as common as sky,

The water closed in on her.

A predator turned into prey.