Childhood and Risky Behaviors..Written by E PLUA The Storyteller.

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Dear Parents/Guardians

Wherever you are, these are times that call for caution and being more deliberate about raising our children/wards. More than ever before, the materials and information at the disposal of these children have taken a different turn and what these children eventually do with these information could make or mar them🙇🏽‍♀️


Within a week, I received these three troubling video clips of children exhibiting various 'risky behaviors'  which have equally gone viral and so much is being said. When asked about my opinion, especially as a Creative Content Writing Coach for both adults and Children, I had taken time to think through and this is my thought👇🏽


No child is born with an opinion, a child is born into a system and grows through the process- Give or take, by omission or commission, a child would adapt to what he or she is exposed to, so what the child manifest eventually is a holistic interplay of these factors. Hence you cannot isolate a child's behavior from the upbringing. At some point when a child begins to exhibit certain 'risky behavior' it's already a red flag that should be taken seriously, otherwise it gets worse from there! Pampering is not validation, don't treat it as one, call a spade a spade.


 One of the highlights of this discourse is anchored on exposure and control at every stage of the child's life.


As parents, what do you condone and what do you frown at, at every stage of the child's development?



 Are you exemplary enough for the child to emulate? 


Do you play double standards?(Not keeping to your words?)




Are you open to people calling out your attention when they notice something wrong about your child's behavior?


Are you overtly protective of your child, regardless of how wrong he or she is?




The answers to these questions are necessary in raising these children and ensuring that there is a balance on both sides: Words and actions coupled with taking responsibility when the need arises.


Hopefully, as we reflect on these narratives, the children will become better for it.




   E PLUS The Storyteller✍️Creative Content Writer,  Ghost Writer, Author, Blogger, voice-over artist and Storyteller.

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