
Because I grew up in the company of my older brother, who taught me to build tree forts and play "war" in the 10-acre woods behind our home, and because I am the mother of two girls, I was one of those women who got her nose bent when
The Dangerous Book for Boys came out a few months ago. But as I
read more about the book, I couldn't help but agree with the premise behind it: Kids today are spending far too much time inside with technology rather than outside being kids.
The danger of childhood, claim the authors, lies not in slingshots and the possibility of cuts and scrapes and the odd broken bone, but instead in a childhood spent indoors using solitary (and most likely violent) video games. The authors say they wrote the book to help boys rediscover what it means to be a boy, to reconnect fathers and sons, and to bring kids out of the house and back into discovery play again.
I can't argue with any of those notions, and I was gently reminded that just because it has "boys" on the cover doesn't mean I can't teach the same skills to my girls. I guess what saddens me the most is that my generation even needs a book in the first place to help us remember what it was like to be a kid. It's a reminder to me to keep the TV off and shoo my kids outside (and get out there with them) every chance I get. What do you think?