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greysonderulo:

dragonsspire:

knight-nick:

If you think like that, please don’t ever have children.

Listen, my parents installed a lock on my door so I could lock everyone out of my room if I wanted to at sometime around 8 years old. They had a key of course for safety but they’ve never had to use it and they’ve never used it when they didn’t have to.

I was allowed full access to any books, movies, and internet I wanted fully informed about our family beliefs and practices but I was given no supervision once I reached about 13 because my parents trusted me to stick to the rules or not as I felt and come to them if there was anything that I had questions about.

As long as I said where I was going, who I was with, and when I was going to be back and then phone if anything changed I was allowed to do pretty much as I pleased from 13 onward.

I moved back in with my parents after university and the first conversation we had was my dad telling me that if I felt like they were treating me like a child to please tell them because they had no intention of doing so.

I still live with them and I’m comfortable here as an adult. When I eventually move out again, which I feel no rush to do because I feel respected and given more than enough elbow room, I will probably talk to them often if not everyday. Because they’ve always respected my privacy and my autonomy both physically and emotionally. If you want an independent and fictional child trusting them and giving them their space will do you many more favours than not.

meanwhile, my parents…

password protected my computer so i had to get permission every time i wanted to use it

put a passcode lock on our pantry so we couldn’t eat without permission

regularly checked our internet browsing history

shut off the internet at regular intervals, including when i needed it for university homework

did monthly checks of our bank statements and would confiscate money if they didn’t approve of our activities

in response, i went behind their backs and opened a new bank account, got a secret job, bought my own groceries, and used the wifi from the school across the street. they didn’t succeed in disciplining me. all they did was force me to distance myself from them.

your children are not your property. they are human beings, and they deserve basic human rights.

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shycrusadeconfection:

Okay. Ok. Here is the story of Finn and the Dragon Egg. When Finn was around 3 ½ I took him to a comic convention about an hour away. He was so excited! He dressed up as Dipper from Gravity Falls and I told him he could pick one (1) piece of merch to purchase. Well. My child found the vendor selling dragon eggs. Beautiful. Hard and scaled. Obviously hand-painted and packaged with obvious care in cute little crates. He immediately knew that was what he wanted. I told him he had to wait and look at other merch before making his final decision. Of course, two hours later we were right back at the dragon egg vendor. He picked a beautiful pink and purple one. They gently wrapped it and he carried it very carefully back to the car and through the hour-long car trip home.

Only. When we got home he told me “Mom, I Can’t Wait until my egg hatches into a baby dragon!!!!” I panicked. “Well.” I said, sweating profusely. “The thing about dragons is…they actually take 300 years to hatch.” At 3 ½ he wasn’t really sure what that meant. “So it might not hatch during your lifetime. But you are responsible for the egg and taking care of it and keeping it safe, okay?” I told him what an important responsibility it is to care for a dragon egg. How special and precious it is. So he reads to it every day, says good morning every morning, good night before bed, sometimes he takes it out of its nest box and holds it, extremely carefully. In the winter he wraps it in its own little blanket.

Finn is almost six now and he’s still a very responsible dragon egg caregiver. And that’s the story of how our family came to be the keeper of a dragon.