Control over your own life is one of the known predictors of mental health and happiness, and children have so terrifyingly little of it. One of the few ways they can expect and control events in their lives is by having a regular and predictable routine. It’s positively cruel, then, not to give them such a routine in their lives.

Of course, life happens and sometimes there have to be deviations. In these cases children should be told why as much as possible for their developmental stage and treated with compassion when they are, understandably, frustrated and upset.

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“This video of this
adorable little girl encouraging her Dad while he tries to do her hair,
is just what we needed to brighten up our day.” [X]

[Dad: How’m I doing on your hair?

Child: Good!

Dad: Let’s see, do I need more grease?

Child: Yes. You need more grease on there.

Dad: More grease? And then what?

Child: And then you gonna need to brush it, and then you put a band on there.

Dad: A band on it?

Child: Yeah!

Dad: Aww..

Child: You’re getting it through! You’re almost done! You’re doing a good job!

Dad: Aww, thank you, sweetheart, so much! Daddy’s trying, doing the best I can. Thank you so much.

Child: You’re welcome!

Dad: I’m almost done!

Child: You been doing great!

Dad: Aw baby, thank you so much, you’re so encouraging to Dad. Thank you.

Child: You’re welcome.

Dad: I really appreciate you so much. You’re so awesome. Daddy getting your ponytails ready for school.]

Interrupting all the political ugliness to make you melt with cute.

Me as a father

this is so pure

Kids that age are parrots of tone and phrasing. So the whole bit with “You’re getting it through! You’re almost done! You’re doing a good job!” means that there is at least one adult, if not more, in her life that regularly talks to her that way.

Everything about this video makes me happy.

this is the purest thing I have ever seen in my life. *wipes away a tear* I am blessed to have seen this.

this isn’t a meme but you all can deal its so good

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I have had to block a few people for responding to my Ursa post with all the ways Azula really isn’t at fault for her actions, and Ursa is awful. Hilariously, one of the people writing this also wrote that there was no point in writing meta asserting Azula’s culpability for her actions, because everybody thinks she is. Okay.

Anyway, other than Azula’s supposed blamelessness, there is a common theme to these reblogs, and that is the idea that Ursa and Iroh focused on Zuko, and if they had given Azula equal effort she could have been saved like her brother.

Iroh obviously did focus his efforts on Zuko. He went into exile with him after all. But the show and a little logic makes the reason for this apparent. Before Iroh even arrives home from the front, Azula makes it clear that she does not respect him, in fact she scorns him and is happy at the prospect of his death:

AZULA: If Uncle doesn’t make it back from war, then dad would be next in line to be Fire Lord, wouldn’t he?

URSA: Azula, we don’t speak that way. It would be awful if Uncle Iroh didn’t return. And besides, Fire Lord Azulon is a picture of health.

ZUKO: How would you like it if cousin Lu Ten wanted dad to die?

AZULA: I still think our dad would make a much better Fire Lord than his royal tea loving kookiness.

Azula is even crueler after Lu Ten’s death:

AZULA: By the way, Uncle’s coming home.

ZUKO: Does that mean we won the war?

AZULA: No. It mean’s Uncle’s a quitter and a loser.

ZUKO: What are you talking about? Uncle’s not a quitter.

AZULA: Oh yes, he is. He found out his son died and he just fell apart. A real general would stay and burn Ba Sing Se to the ground, not lose the battle and come home crying.

ZUKO: How do you know what he should do? He’s probably just sad his only kid is gone… forever.

This is of course Ozai’s influence. Azula hasn’t seen her uncle since she was six. However, it does go to show that Azula is not receptive to any overture Iroh might make upon his return, while Zuko is. Ozai has done an excellent job of isolating Azula from his brother’s potential influence, and ensuring that she will listen to her father, and dismiss any advice or affection Iroh might give as worthless. The only way Iroh would have any real hope of building the kind of relationship with Azula he would need to be able to help her, would be to extract her from her father’s influence and power for a very long time, something he does not have the power to do. Iroh focuses on Zuko because Zuko lets him in. Zuko isn’t getting the glut of affirmation from Ozai that Azula is, so Iroh has something to offer him that he wants desperately. And then Ozai banishes Zuko, giving Iroh exactly the opportunity he would never get with Azula.

Ursa meanwhile does not in fact focus all her attention on Zuko. We actually see her trying to curtail Azula’s cruelty, and just as importantly, trying to reinforce pro-social behavior and healthy interaction with her brother:

AZULA: Mom, can you make Zuko play with us? We need equal teams to play a game.

ZUKO: I am not cart wheeling.

AZULA: You won’t have to. Cart wheeling’s not a game, dumb dumb.

ZUKO: I don’t care. I don’t want to play with you.

AZULA: We are brother and sister. It’s important for us to spend time together. Don’t you think so, mom?

URSA: Yes darling, I think it’s a good idea to play with your sister. Go on now, just for a little while.

Critically, before Azula approaches, her mother, she says to Ty Lee, “Watch this.” This shows Ursa’s attempt to encourage her daughter’s good behavior is not a one off. It’s a pattern that Azula can predict and manipulate.

However, Ursa is unable to overcome Ozai’s influence because he is always there to praise Azula and tell her how unjust her mother is every time Ursa tries to stop her cruel behavior, and because she had no access at all to Azula, or for that matter Zuko, after she turned eight.

The idea that Iroh and Ursa are responsible for Azula’s choices and emotional problems, and that they unfairly favored Zuko over her, and this is why Azula and Zuko turned out the way they did, presupposes the two of them having magical healing abilities that they used on Zuko and not on Azula, instead of acknowledging the ways in which Ozai’s power and favoritism shut off any opportunities they had to help Azula as a child.

Those manipulations from Ozai are directly responsible for Azula’s unraveling, as well. By isolating Azula, Ozai made her completely dependent on his validation, and when she felt like she was no longer getting it, we saw how she reacted with hurt and outrage in the finale. His validation was a drug for Azula, and she would have responded like a junkie to anyone attempting to keep her away from her fix.

The comparison to a drug is particularly interesting because physically addictive drugs like heroin replace the organic chemicals produced by the body such as dopamine, creating physical dependence. It’s a physical analogue to the psychological, social, financial etc. dependence abusers create in their victims, cutting them off from their other resources, making them less self-reliant and less capable, and ultimately forcing victims to regress rather than progress. Abuse is the opposite of nurture because it forces victims to contract into relying on their abusers instead of growing into themselves and their communities.

Speaking against racism in all its forms is obviously a moral obligation for all decent people, but I also have an emotionally driven, selfish reason: My abusive father is racist and antiblack as hell.

(Discussions of antiblack racism below.)

One of the big blowups I had with him as a teenager was, of all things, over whether Black people can be beautiful. We were watching some inane holiday special on television where they invite foreigners who live in Korea (this genre has since exploded into year-round programming), and on this particular holiday one of the guests was a U.S. servicemember who wore Hanbok, the traditional Korean dress. She had short, very curly hair and dark, smooth skin, and she was one of the most beautiful people I had ever seen. Looking back this was also puberty asserting itself in queer little me.

I said she was cute and looked really good in Hanbok and my dad… got really weird about it? He insisted Black people weren’t attractive, some of them could be but they weren’t for the most part and this woman wasn’t and so on. Maybe he thought she was too dark-skinned to be pretty, idk and I don’t want to know.

I got very upset because, well shit, of course, but for another how could anyone decide for me whom I found attractive? The argument escalated, and at the end Dad “settled” it by telling me he didn’t like my tone of voice and giving me a few smacks with a stick.

So that’s how I got hit for saying a Black woman is beautiful and being upset at racist comments about her. That sting of injustice stayed with me ever since, though it’s not comparable to what Black people themselves go through on a daily basis.

By speaking out I push back, little by little, against the humiliation and shame I felt on that day and so many others. And I hope that soldier I saw on television that day is having a kickass life and being her beautiful self every single day.