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Geoffrey G's avatar

A truce may be found in the Nordic pattern of parenting, which is simultaneously mushy and assholish. Right now there is a blizzard outside in Stockholm, which I am far too fragile to willingly brave myself, except to placate the increasingly pointed arguments from my dog that he needs to take a poop. And yet, right up the block now, my own dear toddler, at the tender age of two, is doomed to play outside in this harsh Arctic chill with the other condemned of his preschool/daycare. In the United States, this counts as child abuse. Here in Sweden it's "fun." The Finns might add that it contributes to the child's "sisu," the pathological national trait of just dealing with whatever.

And, when I saunter down to the förskolan to dig him out of a snowbank and take him home, inevitably my son will say that another kid pushed him or something, to which I must suppress my American helicopter parent impulse to immediately validate his trauma and call up my lawyer to sue the offending party and their parents. Because, as it turns out, toddlers have a *very* expansive definition of harm... perhaps a little like some in the Leftist Discourse? So I have learned to steel myself against immediately validating his complaints. And would you believe it, he has learned to regulate his own emotions and navigate the confusing social milieu of the winter wasteland that is his preschool playground! The kid who "pushed him" is now his best friend.

Maybe I'm being a huge asshole and enabling a violent prison gang culture among the toddlers of our community, who thrive in secret on parental skepticism and callousness. Or maybe I'm encouraging him to grow into a well-adjusted Scandinavian, whose emotional ballast and resilience (or just low expectations for anything better) famously make them the (allegedly) happiest people on earth?

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Sean Sakamoto's avatar

I was a stay at home dad. My son is now 20. One thing I noticed in those early years on the playground was that after a kid wiped out, they often looked at their parents for a sign of how to react. If the parent revved up the routine for an ouchy, the kid jumped into the act. If the parent brushed it off with a hug and a smile, the kid ran back to play.

I think there’s a lot to your theory. There is such a thing as over emphasizing pain. Sometimes it really hurts, but most of the time you can and should just walk it off, as they used to say.

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