I feel absolutely rabid against anyone who tries to mar my kid’s perfect childhood innocence with unnecessary stories of horrors, injustices, racisms, Holocausts, genocides, pandemics, divorces, abusive parents, sufferings, etc.
There’s absolutely no chance she’ll fail to find out about all this. We all get to know about this crap for decades and decades of our lives. And the only thing that helps us bear the knowledge without being paralyzed by it is the strength and resilience we gather during that short time of childhood innocence when everything is perfect, simple and good. Every extra hour in that state of grace is valuable.
The short years of childhood innocence stand between us and crippling anxiety, fear of life, and an incapacity to feel safe. What kind of a perverted bastard tries to steal them from a child?

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