Given the season that’s in it, and the fact that this is my last offering before Christmas, I shouldn’t start with a whinge, but I will. What’s this bilge about “making memories”?
Every other day, you read about parents “making memories” with their children. As if it wasn’t enough, in and of itself, to take the trip, visit the playground, write to Santa, or listen to a particular track. No, it has to be categorised under “making memories”. Memories are like happiness, grief, and falling trees. They just happen and the more energy anybody puts into confecting them, the less productive it is. Plus, who needs the paediatric brainwashing implicit in the determination to implant memories in the brains of your offspring? Just do the thing, bake the cake, sing the song for its own sake, and to hell with manufactured memories, particularly at Christmas.
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