This is a bottle that used to contain Mrs. Winslow’s Soothing Syrup. In the late 1800’s this was a popular tonic for soothing infants who were teething. It worked remarkably well – due to the 65 mg of morphine per fluid ounce it contained. Parents gave it to their children in order to calm them, but later found out their fatal mistake.
My oldest daughter just turned 11 and my wife and I are struggling with many of the same battles that all parents face. We worry about her visiting friends’ houses where she may be offered alcohol. We worry about the influence that the media is having on her self-image.
We go back and forth about how far do we go to let her fit in with her friends. This is a tough one. Obviously no one wants their child to be a social pariah. We want her to be accepted by her friends just as much as she does, but only if “fitting in” still allows her to live the gospel standards we’ve been teaching her her entire life.
Some battles are easy – she’s very happy to wear modest clothing (as long as it’s cute) – but others are a little more difficult, such as whether or not she can have a cell phone. “All of my friends have one” is not a very convincing argument, but “I’ll need one in middle school so I can let you know what’s going on” is a bit better. Figuring out how to embrace technology while still protecting her from the dangerous barrage that it carries with it is something we’re still trying to figure out.
All I know is that there are dangers out there and they often come as attractively packaged as a bottle of Mrs. Winslow’s Soothing Syrup.