Tiger Mommy
At her daughter's conference
I gave tiger mommy a brain-researched
print out about the value and
the benefits of free play to
help stimulate a child's mind
I was tired of watching her child
cry because she could not play
at home, for she was too old for it.
Her toys were gone because she was
too old for them.
Her brother could still play, because he
had not gotten there yet.
But she had work to do.
There were workbook pages to finish.
To earn supper she had to finish thirty pages each night.
Her mother was determined she would be the best.
She was not allowed friends.
She was not allowed freedom.
She was also punished after I gave
Tiger Mommy the print-out for sharing
the “family business”.
her favorite stuffed animal got thrown away too.
At eight she is too “old for play”
It is time to be serious.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019
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