I've been a mom for 20 years now and I'm sure that my parenting style has changed over time--hopefully for the better. Maybe it's just wishful thinking. Here's an example, so you can decide for yourself!
THEN - 2002
I decided my kids should study birds, so I bought a science kit and planned everything.
My sister and I even ordered owl pellets for the children to dissect. My friend who lived in a rural area offered me some for free. I refused, claiming I didn't want to bother her, but secretly I was disgusted at the idea. The own pellets I had ordered were sanitized and wrapped in foil and we used tweezers and other tools that came with the kit to remove and identify the bones. My kids enjoyed it, but when we finished they were done with their study of owls.
NOW - 2010
Evan has been really into birds for at least two months. With my older kids I would have called it a "unit study" in our homeschool. Several weeks ago during my morning walk, I noticed something on the sidewalk. I recognized it as an owl pellet and excitedly told Evan about it. He brought it home and we sat on the patio while he dissected it. He was thrilled to find the vertebrae, a ball and socket joint and identify the femur, tibia, fibula etc.

He has also:
- drawn, painted and sculpted lots of birds
- read several bird books
- identified birds using the field guide
- spent hours on bird websites
- caught (and released) wild birds (in that rusty old trap behind him in the photo)
- put up a bird feeder to observe more birds
- trained and cared for his pet parakeet "Scott"
- watched Alfred Hitchcock's The Birds
- found a forgotten science kit and completed several lessons on birds and flight
- dissected an even larger owl pellet he found down the street
Even more impressively, he convinced me to let his bird sit on my head. This may not sound like a big deal to you, but I have issues with birds. I freak out when seagulls swoop down looking for a snack at the beach. As a toddler, I was repeatedly attacked by nest-building bluejays who wanted my hair. And do you remember the name of that poor girl who is nearly pecked to death in
The Birds? That's right--her name is Melanie!

One thing's for sure. I definitely have way more gray hair now!