Sticks, Stones, and Fragile Children: Why We Must Restore Resilience

<![CDATA[When my oldest son was small, I made a choice: I wasn’t going to jump at every bump or scrape. Each one would be a teaching moment. He grew up knowing that pain was part of life, not the end of it. Years later, in the Marines, that toughness showed. He finished a grueling boot camp march on a dislocated hip without telling his gunny. Only at the end did they figure it out, and he got to ride back in the jeep while the others hiked the long way. That resilience started with childhood lessons: don’t crumble at every bruise.]]>