This is a rather amusing argument for parenting while stoned on pot but this kind of honesty as a parent is rare – we’re much more comfortable with parents compartmentalising themselves – and I wonder how the general parenting community will feel about this notion of truthfulness?
As anyone who inhaled during college can attest, cannabis enhances the ability to perceive beauty, complexity and novelty in otherwise mundane things (grout patterns in your bathroom floor, the Grateful Dead, Doritos), while simultaneously locking you into a prolonged state of rapt attention. You not only notice the subtle color variations in your cat’s fur, you stare at them in loving awe for 20 solid minutes. I submit that this can be enormously salutary to the parent-toddler relationship. Beyond food, shelter and clothing, what do small children need most from their parents? Sustained, loving, participatory attention.
Also interesting to consider how differently this article might have been received if it were written by a mother.. or by someone less middle class than an art dealer in The New York Times?