Feminists

Both my kids announced randomly around age 3 that their real ages were 73 (son) and 78 (daughter—7 years younger). It was a woo-woo thing and they were both in earnest. I have no problem believing that they’re really older and more evolved than I am, and a lot of their personalities has little to do with how I raised them—it’s just who they are. Not sure if it’s really a past life or DNA memory or just that I never censored myself around them and they soaked everything up. Maybe they’re just a generation that came better-equipped than we were.

I know a lot of people think you should shelter your kids from unpleasant things but having grown up sheltered and shy, I think being prepared to handle them would have been much more useful in my own life.