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Posts tagged "parenting"
Dec 07, 2013
Nov 24, 2013
I want them to understand that being a grown-up is not being boring. It’s being alive.
Nov 19, 2013
I learned so much about art from watching a kid draw. I taught at the grade-school level. Kids don’t call it art when they’re throwing things around, drawing—they’re just doing stuff.
Success in infant care depends on the fact of devotion, not on cleverness or intellectual enlightenment.
Oct 22, 2013
[There is] a long and toxic tradition that sets art (ethereal, otherworldly, all unravished brides of quietness and unreal cities) against the mundane domestic world. It’s particularly toxic for men, since it suggests that in order to be true to your work, to have a chance to do it well, you must betray, or at least skimp on the commitments you’ve made to your partner and your children. It’s an idea that has given a license to generations of male writers to behave – not to put too fine a point on it – like assholes. Moreover, it’s blind to the idea that being a father, with its intense, earth-shattering experience of love, could ever provide material for art.
Oct 21, 2013
Charles Darwin often gave his children discarded manuscript sheets to use for drawing paper. Francis Darwin drew the picture above, “The Battle of the Fruit and Vegetable Soldiers,” on the back of a manuscript page of On the Origin of Species—one of only twenty-eight pages of that manuscript still known to exist. (via)
Filed under: parenting
Oct 11, 2013
My day was usually over before anyone else’s had begun.
— Jonathan Lethem
on writing with kids (I took a nap at 10 a.m. this morning and it felt totally justified)
(Source: , via explore-blog)
Sep 13, 2013
Sep 09, 2013
Jul 29, 2013
Nathaniel Hawthorne, Twenty Days with Julian and Little Bunny by Papa
My wife got me this for father’s day. Here’s the story: in the summer of 1851, Nathaniel Hawthorne’s wife went on a trip with their daughters and left Hawthorne with their five-year-old son Julian for twenty days. Hawthorne recorded their adventures1 in his diary. I might skip the actual notebook entries and just read Paul Auster’s great intro, where he quotes the best bits of Hawthorne’s complaints about fatherhood:
The boy was a champion chatterbox, a pint-sized engine of logorrhea, and within hours of Sophia’s departure, Hawthorne was already complaining that “it is impossible to write, read, think, or even to sleep (in the daytime) so constant are his appeals to me in one way or another.” By the second evening, after remarking once again on the endless stream of babble that issued from Julian’s lips, Hawthorne put him to bed and added: “Nor need I hesitate to say that I was glad to get rid of him—it being my first relief from his society during the whole day. This may be too much of a good thing.”
This is by no means an essential read, but it’s pretty funny to read one of the gods of American literature complain about playing Mr. Mom—162 years ago…
Filed under: parenting, my reading year 2013
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