Concrete Evidence of Us Abusing Our Kids- Siem Reap, Cambodia
Israel’s Number One Online Newspaper Ynet.co.il recently published a front-page story about our family travels. With over 60,000 reads, almost 100 of the 400 comments said we were hedonists abusing our kids. Hmm… let’s chew on this while I watch our latest little video of a typical dinner.
Now, I’m not saying I’m mother of the year, nor that Kobi is the world greatest father. We screw up, lose our cool, and yell when we could have used quiet, respectful worlds. But does traveling the world mean that my kids are abused? Hmmm… One comment said that after traveling the globe in their youth, my kids will have had too many positive experiences and will therefore be bored, always seeking more thrills, and therefore [ his logical conclusion] our kids’ only choice is to turn to violence and drugs.
Oh, and for those of you who think we’re abusing our kids…. watch the video, and know that we’re doing it without leaving too many physical scars, having the time of our lives in the process, and are hoping you’ll take this tiny mention as a personal invitation to kiss our butts!
What would it look like if every night family dinner became family game night? What would it look like it people at neighboring tables who smiled and peeked over into your breathing space were invited over to play, and became your next life-long friends? What would it look like to live free, with no prejudices or social rules, and anyone, from foreigners to beggar-street-kids could join in the fun? What would it look like to be happy, as a family, with no stress in their lives?
OK, so there is stress, sometimes, but it’s just cuz they still don’t hang their damn wet towels, or they don’t want to learn their ‘times 5’ table, or there is hysterical complaining on a never-ending bus ride, or they are walking into heavy traffic because they’re too busy talking or… ok, I’ll stop. You get it.
So, abused kids at dinner. And yes, I intentionally picked a nothing-special, nothing-out-of-the-ordinary snapshot of our lives cuz isn’t that really where life plays itself out, and not in those posed, faked we-are-so-happy-and-perfect impressions I want you to think about us?
AND THE MOTHER OF ALL STOP ABUSING YOUR KIDS POSTS. I WARN YOU… CURSING ON THE HEAVY SIDE OF THIS ONE, LOVES.
Are you abusing your kids too? Tell me truth that you think maybe they need stability and ‘normal’ childhood experiences. Do you think I sometimes feel almost-guilty because maybe I think our nomadic family lifestyle is not the very best choice for our family?
Xoxo from Cambodia,
Gabi, Kobi, and the three very-abused Dahnya, Orazi, and Solai