{"id":13840,"date":"2012-06-08T05:25:14","date_gmt":"2012-06-08T03:25:14","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/libelul.com\/?p=13840"},"modified":"2012-06-08T01:23:08","modified_gmt":"2012-06-07T23:23:08","slug":"sur-les-murs","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/?p=13840","title":{"rendered":"Sur les murs."},"content":{"rendered":"

Moi je me souviens des id\u00e9es que j’avais sur la maternit\u00e9.<\/p>\n

Adolescente je d\u00e9clamais avec force l’\u00e9ducation que je lui r\u00e9servai.<\/p>\n

De la parole toujours, pour ne jamais rien lui cacher,
\nCommuniquer avec lui en adulte,
\nAvant tout expliquer.<\/p>\n

De la libert\u00e9 beaucoup, pour activer sa cr\u00e9ativit\u00e9,
\nAller jusqu’\u00e0 le laisser dessiner sur ses murs,
\nSi l’envie lui prenait.<\/p>\n

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Home inspiration by Shantell Martin<\/a><\/p>\n

Et aujourd’hui aucun dessin sur les murs,
\nJuste une feuille de papier,
\nAvec quelques r\u00e8gles comme \u00eatre poli et ne pas s’\u00e9nerver.<\/p>\n

Et vous, l’\u00e9ducation que vous donnez conforme \u00e0 vos souhaits d’avant b\u00e9b\u00e9 ?<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"\"\"<\/a>

Moi je me souviens des id\u00e9es que j’avais sur la maternit\u00e9. Adolescente je d\u00e9clamais avec force l’\u00e9ducation que je lui r\u00e9servai. De la parole toujours, pour ne jamais rien lui cacher, Communiquer avec lui en adulte, Avant tout expliquer. De la libert\u00e9 beaucoup, pour activer sa cr\u00e9ativit\u00e9, Aller jusqu’\u00e0 le laisser dessiner sur ses murs, […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2},"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[38],"tags":[394,396],"class_list":["post-13840","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-mes-humeurs-et-concours","tag-decoration","tag-pensees"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/posPp-3Be","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13840","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=13840"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13840\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":13846,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13840\/revisions\/13846"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=13840"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=13840"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=13840"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}