An interesting perspective about being an elephant mom/mum by a mum who grew up in India and became a mother in the US. I can’t recall a time when I cried and a grown up didn’t come to console or hold me. They always did. I slept with my mother until I was five. My father would tease me and say I was my mother’s tail, but neither of them did anything to get me to sleep alone or in a different room with my siblings. theatlantic/education/archive/2014/12/elephant-mom-timeof-tigermother/383378/
Posted on: Sat, 06 Dec 2014 09:00:01 +0000
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