Jeff Mallett’s “Frazz” wonderfully expresses things from the kid’s perspective. This time, though, I doubt that he sees the problem as I do.
Most of my peers in those various venues of psychotherapy raised as city dwellers had cute worries over me. Worrying over my not being ready, willing and able to play as they did simply was proof that they were right. Seeing my “resistance” as a repression of self kept that wall between us well repaired.
For me, their desires for fun wasn’t destructive. I remember being out on horse back for several hours at a time checking the cattle. Think about being out on horseback for 3 to 4 hours at a time, quietly riding across anywhere from a hundred to eight hundred acres of grassland. Checking on 300 head of cows with a comparable number of calves also meant watching a wider range of wildlife scurry about me. Work for me always had beauty and intrigue built in.
Growing up as I did, I worked as much as I played. Some days and weeks I worked more than I played. Other weeks things went the other way. Growing up learning to try and balance both sides of my needs with the other is different than how I see kids being raised in our cities.