Yeah, the times have changed, but the lessons havent. The way we teach them now though has, and I dont like that some parents try to shelter children. I was sheltered, but my parent do tell me things when they think im ready, or they talk to me when something big happens. I understand the reasoning behind that, and I can agree with it. What I dont agree with is when you have to tell children at a super young age about serious things, like mass shootings and mental hospitals.
I know mental hospitals are a weird example, but it fits for the story Im about to tell.
Now, over summer, when I went to the mental hospital, my younger cousin's ((The same ones that call me mom and dad on accident)) mother ended up in-pateint at the same hospital I was going to. My parents and grandparents tried to hide it from them ((Over summer they spend mon-thrus with my grandparents, and spend the rest of the time at their parents house)) but they knew something was wrong, because 1. their mom wasn't calling them to check in with them and 2. they didnt go with her on Thursday like usual.
They tried to hid the fact from them for a while, and I didnt like that at all. They would keep asking questions like, "Where is mom? Is she okay? When can we see her?" and everyone would either brush them off and tell them, "Dont worry about it, you wouldn't get it anyways." or just flat out ignore them. That just got me angry, since they were hiding the truth from kids, when the deserve to know what as happening. Maybe they wouldn't get it, sure, but they deserve to analyze the situation and come to their own conclusions.
Now, with them I was open to the fact where I was going, as I left the house in the morning, when they were awake, and when Id usually stay, play and take care of them, Id leave without eating. They would, of course ask, "Where are you going?" and Id say, "To the hospital. Dont worry, I wont be gone all day, and I'll see you later. Love you guys, bye." and then leave.
When their mom ended up in the hospital, they told me what happened, but not them, the 2 kids who needed to know most. Even more, they told me not to tell them. Now, this routine of "where is mom" and "Dont worry about it, go back and play" had gone on for about the 3rd day in a row now, and I had enough. I told them to come upstairs with me, and sit on my bed. Now that I think about it, they probably thought I was mad at them, but I really wasn't.
((Oh wow, I met the limit. Let me type the rest))