Stay Involved!

by Dana Smith Bader
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When our children are little and cocooned in the their home environment, we know every detail of their lives – when and how they sleep, when and how they wake up, what and when they eat, how many times they poop, what they like to play, what they like to read and sing – absolutely every detail. Then they go to school. If you have cameras that are accessible to parents at your child’s school or preschool, and you have no shame in becoming a stalker, you’re fine. You can still know almost everything your child does during the day. However, if you have no cameras, and you have some modicum of a life away from your child, you are going to begin missing big chunks of your child’s day.

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Take a Bow

by Dana Smith Bader
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I have mixed feelings about school performances.  When my eldest daughter was in nursery, she reluctantly performed in concerts for the parents.  On one occasion, she actually paused singing and dancing in the middle of a performance and asked, “Mama, when we finish, can I sleep?”  She had had a good night’s sleep the night before, but the stress of the moment got to her, and sleep seemed to be the only solution she could think of at the time.  Of course, she continued the performance, and, later in life, she came to love the spotlight and the stage and won many talent contests as a young singer.

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It Takes a Village

by Dana Smith Bader
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When I was three years old, my parents moved from New Orleans, Louisiana, my birthplace, to Bahrain.  We lived in a compound community with other expat families, and we knew everyone in our community – the other parents and children, the compound shop keeper, the security guards at the gate, the cleaners, the workers at the cinema, and the nurse at the small clinic near the front entrance – literally, everyone.  We grew up knowing we belonged to our community, and the members of our community knew they were partly responsible for the care of all of the children in the compound because we moved freely from house to house and from our houses to the compound facilities.  One day, when all of the children were playing hide-and-seek, one of my sister’s friends got lost.  Within five to ten minutes, all of the adults available in the compound were searching for the girl, and she was found within another twenty minutes.  It turns out, she had snuck into the air conditioned compound cinema to watch part of a film that was playing because she got bored and hot playing outdoors.  The attendant alerted her parents, and she was quickly ‘rescued’ from the cinema.

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