Scabs… where are they now?
No, I’m not talking about non-union workers
brought in to replace striking employees. I’m talking about those healing
crusts that form on our knees or elbows when we take a tumble and lose some
skin.
Up until I was the age of about ten I felt
as though I had permanent scabs on my knees and my friends did too. Ok, that might
be a slight exaggeration but you get my drift. Scabs were not unusual; in fact
they were downright common.
These days you hardly ever see children
with scabby knees and the obligatory yellow iodine splotches. Have our children
become infinitely more coordinated than past generations? Is this an example of
evolutionary biology at its finest? Is it the natural selection process that
Charles Darwin wrote about in his landmark 1859 book On the Origin of Species? I suspect not.
I suspect it may be a prime example of how we
are being over-protective of our children and how our children are being
cocooned inside their homes with ipods and other technological toys far away
from bicycles devoid of training wheels. Are we wrapping them up in
metaphorical cotton wool in an effort to get them to biological adulthood in
one piece?
When I was growing up a visit to the Hay Park
with my Gran was right up there on my favourite-things-to-do list. At the very
top of my favourite-things-to-do-at-the-park list was riding the whirly-gig.
This awesome piece of mechanical engineering was the highlight of any excellent
adventure to the Hay Park.
The whirly-gig was a giant circular
platform that sat about twenty centimetres off the ground. It was made of wood
and metal with handrails radiating out from the centre and could be spun around
at speed… Chinese restaurants have a similar concept in the form of their
circular banquet tables (minus the handrails).
A few of us kids would grab a handrail each
and run beside the whirly-gig as fast as we could until it reached maximum
speed. We then flung ourselves onto the platform and hung on for dear life
while the g-forces threatened to suck us off the edge and into the dirt… which
sometimes happened. Every so often skin would be grazed off and very
occasionally I heard of a child who had broken their arm following a less than
graceful dismount.
Back then parents didn’t ever think about
consulting with solicitors with the idea of suing their local council for
daring to provide playground equipment that wasn’t one hundred percent accident
proof. The parents simply patched the child up and the child learnt to hang on
tighter next time.
Resilience is the ability to recover
quickly from illness, change, or misfortune. If ever there was a character
trait that could assist us through the ups and downs of life, resilience is it.
Accidents and mistakes are essential ingredients
for developing resilience in a child or adult. Luckily for us we mostly seem
genetically programmed to learn things the hard way. Children naturally want to
push boundaries and take risks. By allowing our children to get outside their
comfort zones we are giving them the opportunities to learn, enhance their
self-confidence and develop their resilience.
Parents of today (me included), need to
work on overcoming our own fears when it comes to raising our children and
allow them to enjoy the childhood adventures we once took for granted. Climbing
trees grows resilience far better than sitting inside playing a computer game.
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