Letting your kids run wild and angering suburban parents while doing it
So Neo-Futurist and mom Noelle Krimm brings some advice to parents who aren't quite sure where they fit in amongst other parents. Mainly, for Krimm, "In what world is a wet, muddy or cold child a particularly terrible thing? Evanston."Read an excerpt below or listen above.
In a couple weeks I'll be launching my new blog on ChicagoNow, because every suburban mom has to have a blog; it's requisite. It's entitled "The Amazing Affordable Adventures of Mama, Bunny and Pip." It's a local adventure blog; it's the tale of our adventures, me and my daughter Bunny -- not her real name -- and my son Pip -- really not his real name -- and the affordable fun we find together now that it's just the three of us.
So I'm here to report to you about what to do with your kids -- or someone else's kids, any kids, get permission first -- during the upcoming, dreaded, interminable months of summer. Because I'm an expert.
Except I'm really not.
I was raised in a medium-sized town in Florida in the 1970s. This makes me decidedly ill-equipped to raise children in suburban Chicago-land in 2012. I don't understand it. I don't understand the other parents. I don't understand their customs and their funny way of talking. I'm a stranger in a strange land.
I think this is partially due to the fact that this is the feeling of parenthood in general, for me. There is some common misconception that when you issue forth a pink, squalling human from your nether regions, you somehow know what the hell to do with it in the moments and years and decades to follow.
You don't. Not at all.
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