Or rob them of childhood? I’m not scarred bc
a prince didn’t save me from an evil witch… guess what, the magic of Christmas is still in my heart. Do you not read storybooks to your children? 12 lil monkeys jumping on a bed… teach them to fall down, get back up, and laugh.
Spend a few hours in the ocean with a half dozen kids, teach them how to read the waves. Listen to their observations of how a cloud looks like Winnie the Pooh playing a flute, call Ariel and Ursula to come out and play… but most of all, listen and soak in the giggles and simple joys of those babies having a new adventure. Being children enjoying childhood.
Or just teach them that it’s a big bad lie created by globalists. Get real. The cloud isn’t Winnie the Pooh? No such thing as a mermaid? Monkey died when he fell off the bed? There’s a small window to teach hope, love, and light before the real world hits them. They’ll face the world wondering why others have magic in their eyes.
Or rob them of childhood? I’m not scarred bc a prince didn’t save me from an evil witch… guess what, the magic of Christmas is still in my heart. Do you not read storybooks to your children? 12 lil monkeys jumping on a bed… teach them to fall down, get back up, and laugh.
Spend a few hours in the ocean with a half dozen kids, teach them how to read the waves. Listen to their observations of how a cloud looks like Winnie the Pooh playing a flute, call Ariel and Ursula to come out and play… but most of all, listen and soak in the giggles and simple joys of those babies having a new adventure. Being children enjoying childhood.
Or just teach them that it’s a big bad lie created by globalists. Get real. The cloud isn’t Winnie the Pooh? No such thing as a mermaid? Monkey died when he fell off the bed? There’s a small window to teach hope, love, and light before the real world hits them. They’ll face the world wondering why others have magic in their eyes.