Massachusetts is the first state to add toothbrush time to the color-nap-snack-and-play routine of preschools, requiring that all children who eat a meal at day care, or attend for more than four hours, brush their teeth during class and be educated about oral health.Now, my parents grew up in a police state. I grew up listening to their stories of having grown up in a police state. I wouldn't, for a minute, suggest there's no such thing as too much government intervention. But teaching kids to brush their teeth--in (state-funded) schools--is not the same as paying neighbor's to spy on each other and report their thoughts to the state. Right?
The regulations, which went into effect last week, are being praised by some parents and caregivers while causing a tempest in a toothbrush for others, according to schools and chat rooms.
“I don’t want someone’s hand in my child’s mouth,” said Sarah Brodsky, a teacher at First Path Day Care in Watertown and mother of 4-month-old Noah. “It’s a little too much” government intervention, Ms. Brodsky added.
“JG,” posting on Boston.com’s blog Moms Nation, agreed that the government might have overstepped its bounds: “We don’t need the state mandating every little thing in our lives. Let parents be parents,” adding, “The kids can’t even reach a sink.”
Maybe I'm just bitter because I wish someone had taught me to brush my teeth properly. It could have saved me a fortune in dental bills. But I'm not talking about the other reasons (logistical, hygienic, etc.) for which this might not be the best idea. I'm talking about how the public discourse on "government intervention" is losing touch with reality.
David Brooks touches on the outdated nature of the big government/small government debate.
Investing in Haiti's economy.
Samuel Pisar eloquently contemplates humanity in the face of tragedy, natural and man-made.
John Bowe's book on love looks interesting.
Not that I drive to the District if I can avoid it, but I welcome the no-quarters-needed trend.
We talked a bit over the weekend (well, blogged and commented) about sanctimommies, and Ernessa said something like she hasn't met a lot of actual sanctimommies, but the internet encourages that kind of thing. Perhaps. I do know moms who complain of sanctimommies (a friend of mine considers her sister-in-law as such). What I can say is that I've noticed that moms, like others, attack when they feel threatened. So I'm going to extend this already stretched metaphor to healthy eating, having blogged yesterday about nonjudgmental yoga and nonjudgmental eating. I'm all about not criticizing what other people eat, until (like RM) they start calling me a freak. It follows that if we must label parents weirdos based on the food choices they make on behalf of their kids, let it go to the ones that opt for the junk food. And there's nothing impossible or more expensive about mixing your own vinegar-based cleaning products.
But I will judge parents who overshelter their children and the schools that pander to them. That's just a travesty.
It's tempting to judge, as greedy, the landlords claiming ownership over a meteorite, thus keeping it out of the Smithsonian. But in the interest of intellectual honesty, I'd have to ask myself whether in a similar situation, the prospect of that much money wouldn't alter my own behavior.
I'd considered going to the farewell party but I was concerned it might be a zoo (no pun intended--really). It's also going to be very cold.
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I'm amused by mothers who over shelter. It's like, "Wow, I don't have nearly enough energy or passion for this job to over shelter, but apparently you do."
Okay, let me revise: the only sanctimommy comments I've gotten was from my family, but I didn't count it as so, b/c they're like that about EVERYTHING. When I was in college, they suddenly started giving me all sorts of unhelpful advice about my acne, even snatching certain foods out of my hand and telling me I couldn't eat them. And now that I'm happily married, it feels like they sometimes look for things to advise me on. It's really weird. It's like the older and more content I get, the more advice they try to force on me.
In general, I wish that everyone would just trust everyone else to live their own lives. I often credit you to changing what was beginning to become an eroding relationship with my sister, b/c I was over-advising and not respecting her for being the grown woman that she is and capable of running her own life. But now that I've seen the light, it makes it much harder to put up with that kind of behavior in others.
The one exception is career. I love when people give me advice about pursuing a writing career even if it's unsolicited. A career in the arts is so shadowy that I'm always happy to hear how other people tackle it. Though, funnily enough , now that I've started not giving advice unless specifically asked for it, I've noticed that most people only ask me about career stuff. Go figure.
wrt tooth brushing in school. it just makes me think ewww, how are they possibly going to keep the germs away, because kids are little germ factories. so i would want to know that everything was being handled properly. that's the overprotective mommy in me talking.
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