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Finally Someone Is Thinking of the Children

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My definition of parenting is simply this: parenting is a series of decisions, right or wrong, that a parent makes and hopes that when all is said and done they haven’t fucked up their kids too badly. Most parents will probably tell you that raising their children is the most fulfilling, frustrating, and terrifying thing that they’ve ever done in their lives. The fulfillment and frustration is fairly self-evident. There’s something immensely satisfying about watching the product of what is usually a sloppy, awkward, and prohibitively messy union grow into a walking, talking, and hopefully functional human being. The pride you feel when your child learns to walk, talk, skate, read, get an A, or really just accomplish anything that they’ve set as a goal is so cockle-warming that there is very little in this life that rivals it. Unfortunately, at the same time they’re growing into these wonderful people, they’re constantly questioning you, disobeying you, making you angry, ignoring you, and just being the general asshats that people are wont to be. That doesn’t mean that we love them any less; to the contrary, I like to think it gives the product of my seed “personality”.

It’s that third emotion which is the hardest to deal with as it usually happens when a parent relinquishes or gives the child control in some form or another. Whenever we allow our children out of our sight, or that of a trusted teenager or adult, we run the risk that something may happen and we will not be there to prevent it. Actually, it can be argued that even when we are present, shit happens. It’s a parental risk vs. reward conundrum. By allowing our children to be exposed to different situations and take on more responsibility we can help them to become more well-rounded, self-sufficient, and critically thinking members of society. By doing so, however, we increase the amount of risk that they and we are taking that something may happen to them. It’s a delicate balance that parents must decide for themselves but, should something go awry, it is a virtual guarantee that they will be judged harshly.

In this age of instant news coverage and the fixation on the negative aspects of the world in which we live, we are constantly bombarded with tales of children been abducted, hit by cars, murdered, hurt, starving, bullied, threatened, harassed, and so forth. It’s heart rending to read such stories and every parent is right to be concerned when their child is braving the harsh climate that the world provides. But locking your children up in a protection bubble isn’t going to help them any. Think back to when you were a child: Did you walk to school? Go out and play all day in the neighbourhood without checking in every half hour? Have a mobile phone? Get driven to every single outing that was more than a block away from home? Of course not. These days though, it seems like you’re looked down upon for letting your child do any of those things. I work in a village with a population of 182 people. There is a woman down the street that will drive her son to the bus stop every single day. If dad isn’t home at the time she bundles all four kids up, loads them into the fifteen-passenger van and makes the fantastic voyage to the nearest bus stop… four houses and one intersection away.

It’s an extreme example but it is becoming the norm more and more from my observations. In this day and age of fear mongering, we’re quietly turning out kids into dependant and unthinking people without a modicum of common sense in their frail little bodies. As I said, it’s every parents right to make their own decision as to how much they are willing to let their child do and how much risk they are willing to take. One should consider the billions of children walking to and from school every day without being accosted by the man in the trench coat or the stranger in the van with candy; however, more often than not, we don’t. I’ve always been of the position that I should give my kids whatever amount of freedom that they’ve demonstrated they can handle responsibly. Of course this varies from child to child even within my own house but the constant between all of them is that I educate them on risks and threats and how to mitigate them. I’ve even demonstrated the consequences for not heeding my warnings by showing them news articles on kids being hit by cars when not paying attention, abductions, and my middle child’s favourite - the dangers of frostbite. It may seem cruel and horrible but it does get the point across. This is the method that works for my family and I, and I feel like using scare tactics is perfectly reasonable if it gets the point across. I always tell them that this will probably never happen, but just in case it does…

I don’t mean to foist my parenting philosophy upon you good people as I’m sure all of you could argue against it. It’s only meant as context for the educational aid provided in this post and I ask that you take a moment and watch this short instructional video on child safety. It deals with every parent’s worry that their child will fall for the whole “candy in the car” trap that has been used to lure many kids away from school and family. I firmly believe that if we can educate our kids as early as possible about what is lurking out there, we can raise smart, street-wise, and cognizant children that will be able to enjoy the wonders of the world safely. I’m absolutely delighted that someone else finally seems to share my views.











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Comments

I'm of the opinion that things ain't that different than they used to be. It seems that every time two or three new generations get going the older generations talk about "the gool 'ole days" and how everything is dangerous and the world is going to hell. If that were true, then how the fuck did we make it through so many generations?

My Dad is always saying shit like, "When I was a kid, we used to ride our bikes ten miles down the road to go swimming in the river. You just can't let your kids do that these days. Somethin' will happen to 'em!" Then I have to remind him that less than two decades ago we were left to our own devices all summer long. We used to hike a few miles through the woods (scary!) and then walk briefly down the highway just to go to a gas station to get a soda (we called them all "cokes" regardless of brand). My Mom would've taken us in the car. We probably had sodas at home. We did it because we could and it was a little adventure. I don't recall anyone getting murdered or molested.

Note: I was also left for several hours after soccer practice one night. Granted, there were three other kids, but my parent's parenting skills could be called into question.

Posted by: pissant at January 24, 2011 8:19 PM

* - My parents had three other kids. I was totally fucking alone outside The Boy's Club.

Posted by: pissant at January 24, 2011 8:21 PM

When I was five I walked with 5 other kids four blocks and crossed two of the busiest streets in town. When I was 10 I walked six blocks to the nearest bus stop by myself. When I was 13 I got my self out of bed took a shower, dressed my self, had breakfast, brushed my teeth, and made it to the bus stop 3 blocks away on time. Right up through high school. In college which I paid for not my parents. I lived off campus one mile from both the main and north campus and walked to class. I did it when it rained, snowed, of it was hot or cold. In the summer as kids we played from dawn to dark very rarely did we go inside, we had a garden hose for a drink. We walked 1/4 mile to the state park to swim. All before cell phones and soccer mom vans. Oh dear god my parents were horrible. HOW DID I EVER SURVIVE.

Posted by: clancys_daddy at January 24, 2011 8:22 PM

We lived too close for a school bus to pick us up in grade school, so once I was 12 I would walk my sister and I home from school. My mom would drive us each morning, but we'd walk the 10 blocks home. I would ride my bike for hours and for miles, from 10-16. I didn't have a cell phone until I was a senior in college.

But who knows how I'll be with my kids. Probably a paranoid over-protective idiot who feels silly for being such.

Posted by: Julie at January 24, 2011 8:29 PM

When I was in middle school, I think 7th grade, I missed the bus home one afternoon, as did a friend who lived a couple blocks away. Of course, we didn't have cell phones then, so we did what any logical children would do... we walked home. It was a 3.5 hour journey that ended with freaked out parents, and it was awesome to us. Not something I'd have wanted to do regularly, but the sense of adventure and accomplishment that went with it was incredible.

I can only imagine this story would end with the school being sued for negligence or some such bullshit by overprotective parents today.

Posted by: Gabs at January 24, 2011 8:36 PM

Some of my best childhood memories are of running through the woods alone, playing unsupervised with other kids in the neighborhood (several of whom would be considered a little rough around the edges) and generally doing anything that allowed me to explore the world on my terms. There's such magic in that little bit of freedom during childhood, it's too bad that so many parents feel it's necessary to keep their kids in a bubble. Children need adventure, even if it's something as simple as walking to a nearby store with a sibling to buy a drink. They need to pretend, to be scared once in a while, to learn how to problem solve. I am definitely not a fan of the whole "helicopter parenting" trend.

Posted by: Dingles at January 24, 2011 8:40 PM

I forgot to add, no internet or cable either. I was so deprived. We also got to "play" with guns, bows and arrows and knives. So I guess it wasn't all bad. except for time I got dared to skateboard down the hill by the house, 3/4 mile 45 degree angle. 30 years later I think I still have gravel in my ass. You know what they say pain heals, chick dig scars, glory lasts forever, yeah I would do it again, she was cute.

Posted by: clancys_daddy at January 24, 2011 8:41 PM

You neglected to mention the fun one can have using one's kids as unwilling guinea pigs in an ongoing series of cruel, yet hilarious, psychological experiments.

Posted by: Tracer Bullet at January 24, 2011 8:44 PM

I wait with my 14 y.o. at the bus stop every single school day.

The bus arrives in pitch dark and there's no other kids within sight. There's also been major drug busts in my subdivision.

Yeah, I walked to school a mile in the dark when I was her age, meeting up with my friends along the route. All I know is that I spent a lot of mornings cold and wet. What other life lesson did I learn? Not much.

Posted by: Wednesday at January 24, 2011 8:53 PM

Well, I guess if they're gonna act out a scene from a Family Guy episode, this is MUCH better choice than one involving Herbert.

Posted by: MelBivDevoe at January 24, 2011 8:55 PM

I started taking the public bus back from school everyday when I was 8 years old - this was usually an hourlong bus ride with a 15 minute walk home. My mom's greatest worry was that I would fall asleep on the bus and overshoot my stop, not of strangers kidnapping me.

I also did something like Gabs did in middle school, when i missed my bus. The walk was long because I just walked from bus stop to bus stop instead of a direct route (I had the route memorized by then). My mother wasn't home from work yet so she never knew that I got back three hours later.

She may have been lax when it comes to me taking public transportation, but she was really strict about other things. I couldn't go to sleepovers (she called them "brothels") and was pretty restricted when it came to my social life. I learned to lie quickly enough about my after-school activities, but I was still a pretty good kid. It wasn't like I was lying to go off and do coke - I just wanted to go watch a movie with friends.

ooh piece of candy!

Posted by: denesteak at January 24, 2011 8:56 PM

Eh, blame it all on Oprah. She's been scaring the shit out of mothers like me for a long, long time.
My kids are interesting, independent, and decent human beings. But every once and awhile I wonder if my epic fail is that they DON'T FLUSH. Well, sometimes they do, but still, at 14, 11 & 10, flush a turd, kids.

Posted by: jp at January 24, 2011 9:01 PM

"All I know is that I spent a lot of mornings cold and wet. What other life lesson did I learn? Not much." Then you weren't paying attention. You could have least learned to wear a raincoat.

Posted by: clancys_daddy at January 24, 2011 9:01 PM

And people talk shit about Laura "Bad Mommy" Bennett. I think she's doing her kids some major favors raising them the way she has been.

Posted by: Jerry at January 24, 2011 9:03 PM

Free Range Parenting http://freerangekids.wordpress.com/

When my son was young it was just the way we raised him. Now it has a name because some people are nuts about keeping their kids safe.
So far the 18 year old is turning out to be a pretty self reliant person who can be let lose on society without embarrassing his parents....too much.

And yeah, I love Laura Bennett.

Posted by: Jules at January 24, 2011 9:24 PM

I catch flak from my friend because I have my 10 y.o. son walk from his elementary school, along with his little sister and another younger girl, to my place of business ( a high school) that's a mile away. A mile. In a suburb. In balmy Southwest Florida. Yeah, he's got a phone, but he shepherds the girls unsupervised door to door in a leisurely 20 minutes. With his chest puffed out with pride every time.

On a related note, read the book "Last Child in the Woods." It talks about the modern child's restricted outdoor life, and as an environmental science teacher, it makes me very, very sad.

Posted by: Kati at January 24, 2011 9:35 PM

I just finished watching "Airplane!" with my husband. We saw a clear fellatio reference, illegal drug use, and breasts, and the movie is rated PG. I kept thinking that they'd never get away with someone snorting cocaine in a PG movie today.

I don't know what the laws are where the rest of you live, but it's illegal here to leave a kid under...14, I think?...alone. To help with this, we have a local law that requires parents to meet their kids at the bus stop- the bus driver is not allowed to let them off without a parent to meet them. I initially thought the town was crazy big-brother (well, I still do), but apparently people were getting into trouble with CPS because their middle schooler was home alone for an hour. I guess the town decided that making the bus stop rule would prevent all the CPS cases.

Posted by: Phaeolus at January 24, 2011 9:41 PM

Soooo...if mom doesn't show, do the kids get to ride around with the bus driver for the rest of the afternoon. Because, c'mon, free babysitting!

Posted by: Kati at January 24, 2011 9:46 PM

Kati, how dare you think children should be allowed to play outside IN THE ENVIRONMENT!!! There are things like bugs, and spiders, and snakes. Critter galore, there is sunshine and wind and dirt. They might muss their clothes or get a smudge of mud on their face. They might!!!! heaven forbid grow up to be biologists!!! Oh wait I did 8-)

Posted by: clancys_daddy at January 24, 2011 10:03 PM

that video just proves i am doing the right thing by chaining my child to an industrial sized anchor

Posted by: idleprimate at January 24, 2011 10:08 PM

Kati, I know! I imagine the parents get into some kind of trouble though...I've never asked.

Posted by: Phaeolus at January 24, 2011 10:11 PM

@Phaeolus,

that's disgustingly insane. 14? when i was growing up, 12-14 was age bracket where a kids main source of income was babysitting younger kids. 14 is highschool, it's 2 years from legal independence. sounds like a lawsuit protection regulation that must only apply to school buses

and echoing most others here, aside from night-time and school, I spent most of my time free of adult supervision. it's how a human being learns to psychologically cope with being, interacting and problem solving. not violin lessons or playdates where mom brings you and the other potatohead kid a snack and you play videogames.

i know this topic gets flogged to death, but it always gets me riled up.

the thing of it is, whenever an article laments the loss of free range children, everyone agrees and regales with tales of their own childhood freedom. so who then are these parents who quash their children? I never hear them on a forum wailing, "but a dingo will get my baby!"

Posted by: idleprimate at January 24, 2011 10:23 PM

oh, and free range children sounds like some organic healthfood for Ogres.

Posted by: idleprimate at January 24, 2011 10:25 PM

I'm 18, a freshman in college, and my friends and I regularly have the "kids are pussies today" conversation. Mostly it came from my one friend and I being in Boy Scouts until we we aged out. When we got to be 16-17 and there were new 11-12-year-olds entering our troop, we started noticing a clear generational gap. They just seemed so inept at EVERYTHING from doing simple tasks such as washing dishes on camping trips to normal social interaction (given middle school can be an awkward time). Then we noticed how overbearing all of their parents were and we figured out why they seemed so dependent on everyone else.

My parents treated me a lot like you treat your kids, Mr. Scott. My dad told me about all the bad things that can happen to kids, even going so far as to show me real world examples in the news and such, and told me how to deal with them. Then he turned me loose and let me figure out the rest on my own, and I turned out okay. Most of the time.

Posted by: Patrick the Bunny at January 24, 2011 10:42 PM

Also, while I'm ranting, I remember one really bad experience with this in particular. When I was in the Scouts and we would go on camping trips, if a scout was going to go anywhere, he had to tell a uniform leader where he was going, no exceptions. He also had to have a "buddy" with him, the only exception being going to use the latrine. I thought it was stupid, but the Boy Scouts is an organization with insurance liabilities and they're also trying to teach safety and whatnot, so I could understand their reasoning for this stuff.

On one trip, when I was about 14 or so, I asked my dad (not a uniform leader) if I could go to the trading post and buy a soda. I told him exactly where I was going, and without thinking, he agreed. I went and was back with my soda in about twenty minutes. Soon after, I found myself being scolded and made an example of to the whole troop about the dangers of breaking the safety rules. Someone even brought up one of those "some kid did the same thing out in Wyoming or some shit and never came back" stories. I was pissed. I went on a TWENTY MINUTE walk, and I get treated like I left for days. My dad stuck up for me and said he permitted me to go and that's why I didn't ask a leader. I could understand the need for safety with a large group of kids, but come on.

Posted by: Patrick the Bunny at January 24, 2011 10:57 PM

We've got an acre and a third and I regularly let my nephew (7) and my daughter (3) roam the wash and wander the backard, peeking out the window every ten minutes or so. I know some of my friends judge me poorly for that but they have kids who never, ever go outside alone. Really? I did all sorts of things outside when I was young. It's called being a kid.

Posted by: TWoP_Fan at January 24, 2011 11:26 PM

For some reason, I always think of Finding Nemo when I think about parenting. It has a pretty good message to it, summed up Marlin and Dory's exchange inside the whale.

Marlin: I promised I would never let anything happen to him.
Dory: That's a funny thing to promise. If nothing ever happens to him, then nothing will ever happen to him.

Posted by: duckandcover at January 24, 2011 11:44 PM

My boyfriend's room mate, who is currently attending teacher's college (God help us all..) had this to say about parenting:
"It is definitely not a natural thing. It involves reading a lot of books".
I don't talk to her anymore considering every time I do my palm wants to make contact with my face. Also she's a bitch.

Posted by: Manda at January 25, 2011 12:21 AM

I allow ,daughter to live in Connecticut.

I'll just turn myself in to the cops now.

Posted by: , at January 25, 2011 1:30 AM

My ex husband called CPS on me for leaving my 7 year old alone when I went to the store. She's smart as a whip, knows to go to the neighbors if she needs anything, knows not to answer the door for anything, and knows how to call me if she needs me or just plain didn't want to be alone anymore. She was so proud of herself for being left alone and not calling. I was proud of her too. Then she told her dad and he called the cops. I got to have a social worker come into my home and tell me that, although there is no law stating how old a child can be to be left home alone here in California, the cops could arrest me at any time, and most certainly would have in this instance had they known I left her home alone.

I dunno. On the one hand, I see their point for some kids, but I know my kid. I went to the store, not Mexico. I was a mile away. Could terrible things happen? Yes, of course. But come the fuck on! Terrible things can always happen. How can she learn independence if I'm hovering over her watching every move and coaching every decision? I don't want a clone of myself. I want to see my daughter grow into the woman she is meant to be, not just the one I'll allow her to become.

Posted by: fullertonregan at January 25, 2011 2:29 AM

There's no law but they can arrest you? What kind of fucked up system is that?

Posted by: Carrie at January 25, 2011 2:35 AM

I'm one of the awful parents. My kids hate the outdoors, refuse sporty stuff, desire all that is vidiot in this world. My son walks like he's targeting the elderly for a tackle and shows zero comprehension regarding the very basic principles of interpersonal space.

However...my neighborhood is well sketchy, and if I let my kid travel along in his fool way alone, he'll be the isolated one. The kid who is known for it. No freaking way with the halfway house behind our place and the guy with the not-so-cool-when-you-think-about-it perpetual santa beard.

Call me a crazy coddling ass, perhaps I am, but for the most part I think I'm exercising sound judgment in a social environment that in no way resembles my childhood.

There's that open playground concept I once saw a show about - a giant (fenced) forested open playspace that allows no parents within, has awesome play structures that are risky and interesting...it's lord of the flies rules in there and seemingly a good time is had by all. I'd love to build one. I'd be sued senseless, but oh it'd be awse.

Posted by: replica at January 25, 2011 3:14 AM

When I was 11, Mom gave me an alarm clock and told me the house was now my responsibility. She was going to school at the time, dad worked graveyard, so most nights it was me by my lonesome. I got off the school bus at my house just fine, cooked dinner (don't ask me about the bug spray pancakes. Just don't). I did my homework and got myself bathed and to bed without burning the house down.

Granted, I kept a six inch carving knife with my little 11 year old ass because the next door neighbors were dealing crack out of their house and had a tendency to break into people's houses when they weren't home, but I knew where the gun was and I damn sure knew how to use it. That being said, the only thing that happened to me during that time was the nightmares from all the unsupervised scary movies I watched.

Posted by: dahlia6 at January 25, 2011 3:30 AM

Robert I recommend that you read a book called Generations by Strauss and Howe. They masterfully exemplify all the various generations since the beginning of the United States and how they cycle throughout time. I love the later chapters which deal with Generation X and the Millennials and why it is that children are raised the way they are (more freedom v. protectiveness) to the way people vote (the Vietnam era hippies protesting the war and supporting social programs to the Baby Boomers now speaking against “entitlement” programs.) It’s a fascinating read.

Posted by: Scully at January 25, 2011 9:17 AM

I had my own bank account at age seven, was making my own breakfast and cooking the family occasional meals by nine, and doing my own laundry by high school. I could always play outside and on my own block, but we were not supposed to go more than a block in either direction (gangs and drug dealings on further blocks).

I didn't walk to school alone until I was eleven or twelve or so (it was four blocks away, one major intersection), and was dropped-off and picked-up almost every day from middle school. But I was one of those good kids that flirted with the not good kids in middle school, and my grades dropped and after all the horror stories in my neighborhood and family (teen pregnancies, suspensions, drugs, fights, etc.) there was no way my mom was letting me stray any from an acceptable path.

Then I started high school and got dropped off in the mornings but walked home with friends. Walking home (a fifteen to twenty minute walk at a consistent, normal pace) ended up becoming a minimum of an hour-long trek, with side stops to visit our favorite convenience stores and loiter at friend's houses along the way. Maybe swinging by one of the commercial streets and shopping for hair stuff. Good times. I'm surprised my mother complained so little about my afterschool wanderings.

But four years later I left home to move 3,000 miles away and start college, so I guess she was letting me take care of myself. Oddly enough, I feel I grew up somewhat sheltered but with enough skills to take care of myself if I had to. It's a balance whose achievement I can aspire to, I think.

Posted by: leuce7 at January 25, 2011 9:35 AM

I spent most of my time out, without my parents. Which is actually CRAZY when I think about it now. My Mom is what other kids call 'cool', but she's still insanely strict. But for some reason, when I was 14, she'd drive me downtown and drop me off at the bar for a show I wanted to see, then when I was done around midnight or one (on a school night even!) she'd come and pick me up. No problem. Down town! In a semi-large city! To punk shows! I'd come home smelling like pot and beer and bruised beyond belief! I still can't believe she did that. Of course I always had someone with me, but I was never with an adult. There was a time when my Dad was in Iraq and my mom went bat shit crazy, and did finally think that I was sleeping with everyone, and doing every kind of drug. What gets me the most, is that I could have done all those things, but I didn't.

I once spent an entire day with stoners in they're shitty apartment. All they did was toke up and watch South Park all day. And I mean ALL DAY. I still didn't do it.

She can't with my little sister, though. Which is sad. But that's only because she's a complete ditz, and is easily influenced no matter what we tell her. My youngest sister has more sense then her.

Posted by: Candee at January 25, 2011 10:15 AM

When my parents split, my brother and I chose to live with Mom. I was 9, my brother was 7. Mom went to work before we left for school, and got home just in time to make dinner. We had moved from the rural foothills to the middle of Fresno, CA, and Mom's only rules were: Come right home from school, call as soon as you get home, and chores and homework before television. Somehow, my brother and I survived without being raped, killed, kidnapped, addicted to drugs. If Mom tried that today, she'd be arrested before the end of week one. My brother and I can handle pretty much anything life throws at us due to the responsibilities necessarily bestowed upon us by our mother. Oh, and don't get me STARTED about the unsupervised Greyhound Bus trips across the state to visit Dad for the summers...'course, those didn't start until I was 14.

Posted by: Elmo Tee at January 25, 2011 10:23 AM

The only lesson that I was ever actually taught was when I was around 13 or so and it is the only one I can remember and the only one that has stuck with me. And it wasn’t so much a lesson in child safety or don’t take candy from strangers or anything like that it was more a less on common courtesy. And my sister and I were never in any danger it was just something that really pissed my dad off.

Dad was the lone male in the household with my sister, my mom and myself. There was one bathroom for all four of us which was never really an issue. The issue was the shower. Since we all three had long, dark hair the drain would be clogged with it every few months which, admittedly, made for a very disgusting shower when you are wading in the ankle deep water back-up. Of course when the shower was over and the water would drain out there would be hair and soap all kinds of disgusting nastiness left sitting on the drain.

My sister and I were told time and time again to get the hair out of the drain when we are done with our shower. I was 13 and my sister was 17 and you couldn’t tell us shit at that time but we were warned, and warned a lot, that something drastic would be done if we failed to de-hair the shower drain, but we were never told WHAT would happen. If we had known the horror, we would have kept the cleanest damn shower of all time…

Once dad reached his breaking point with the shower drain, all hell broke loose. I awoke one morning to shower drain hair on my toothbrush. That’s right. Dad picked up the nastiness, and placed it, ever so lovingly on my toothbrush. From that point on, I always remembered to get the drain hair out of the shower, it took my sister a little longer. Throughout the remaining course of her teen years she had grody shower drain hair not only on her toothbrush but on her pillow, in her shoes, on her dinner plate and it was once shown to her boyfriend. My dad did not fuck around.

Posted by: Staceygarrett at January 25, 2011 10:42 AM

I grew up on a 173 acre farm. I ran around that entire farm by MYSELF all the time. I learned to shoot, to fish, to swim, to ride a bike, to build a fire, to hide....shoot, I remember catching a crawdad and trying to cook him over a fire in a rusty tin can!

My kids grew up in town (granted, a population of about 5,000) and ran rampant. They rode their bikes to the pool, to school, to the Dairy Queen on the other side of town. They walked 10 blocks to the library, 10 blocks to Wal-Mart, 10 blocks to school. They were all instructed as soon as they could understand the "do's and don't's" of being trusted on your own, and what to do if they ever got into trouble. The only time that was ever really tested was when the neighbor's dog went nuts on antifreeze and bit my son's face. I was at the grocery on my way home from work....my son knew to go to my friend's house about 1/2 block from our house and have her call me.

Helicopter parents infuriate me. I have a very good friend who is smothering the hell out of her 15 year old son. The second that boy can get out, he will never look back. My kids (for the most part) have grown into very responsible young people, who can tell their own children how they rode their bikes in the dark, chasing fireflies, WITHOUT mom following in the mini-van.

Posted by: dammitjanet at January 25, 2011 11:02 AM

Last week my husband let my sons walk home from the skating rink at the park. They are a very mature 5 and 3. The park is across the street from our house. He told them to hold hands, watch for cars and then watched them walk off. 2 other moms there were in disbelief that he trusted them; one of them even offered to walk them herself. People need to relax a little bit.

Posted by: Nikkers at January 25, 2011 11:10 AM

One time my dad pulled over on the side of the road and had me get out. There on the ground was roadkill, a bunny to be specific. Dad leaned over it pointed and said, "This little bunny didn't look both ways before crossing the street". Apparently, I was having trouble with the concept. I never had trouble with it again after that day. That's just one of about a gazillion inappropriately taught (but highly effective) lessons from my childhood.

Posted by: Melina at January 25, 2011 12:22 PM

Oh good lord... I remember when it was a special treat when we got a ride to or from school. Other then that, the neighborhood kids walked every where. We were in groups, but we still walked the 4 blocks to school, sports practice, dance classes. Starting when I was 7 I would fly by myself from Hawaii to North Carolina every year to spend the summer with my grandparents.

I would love to see some of the smothering parents these days send a 7 year old off to make two connecting flights in two of the busiest airports Granted, up until you are 13 the airlines held your hand the entire way. But even at 14 navigating the Atlanta airport without mommy can still be a lot to handle.

Posted by: Kylie at January 25, 2011 12:46 PM

Kylie, big ups to you honey. I was overwhelmed at Phoenix airport just last summer. I am 32. Also, maybe completely useless. I would have loved to have jetBlue hold my hand.

Posted by: fullertonregan at January 25, 2011 2:43 PM

My mom was extremely overprotective about riding bikes. I grew up in a small town and when all of my friends could ride their bikes anywhere they wanted, I begged and begged to get a 3 block radius. Her mantra was "If anything ever happened to you I would never forgive myself."

Ironically, though, my cousins and I were allowed to roam all over my grandparents property where my grandpa would regularly kill cottonmouth snakes because a river ran parallel to their house. There was something wrong with our parents.

Posted by: Austin at January 25, 2011 3:16 PM

My parents had an interesting level of protectiveness, but in retrospect I think there was too much surrounding me. My mother was an X-Ray technician- so she saw all the kids with the broken bones and knew how they all got them. I'd like to say it was good for me to have a healthy dose of fear of certain activities, but it was too far, and she over estimated the reprecussions of a broken bone or two. As an adult I'm still too scared to snow board or do any sort of 'extreme' sport, which is some what frustrating for my boyfriend.

On a side note, we did encounter the skeezy man who wanted us to go "check out his car" one day. The bastard had the nerve to do it on the elementry school property, on the other side of the fence. The school was well supervised and all the outdoor areas were fenced in, but still, someone showed up and tried to convince three little girls to get in his car. We knew better, and ran off screaming thinking it was all very exciting, until we told the adults and they freaked the hell out. Then we sort of realized the ramifications of that event. My point is that it can happen anywhere, and it doesn't matter how supervised a child is or isn't. We were at school, there were 5 or 6 recess moniters, 200 other children running around and playing, and yet, someone crossed the line. If you're in the wrong place at the wrong time you just have to hope you can get out. Over protecting children and constantly supervising them won't stop them entirely from being in that situation; giving them the confidence and knowledge not to get in the car, and to run away, that will protect them. It's more valuable to teach self-sufficiency and general awareness.

Posted by: Claire Allison at January 25, 2011 4:51 PM


"that's disgustingly insane. 14? when i was growing up, 12-14 was age bracket where a kids main source of income was babysitting younger kids. 14 is highschool, it's 2 years from legal independence. sounds like a lawsuit protection regulation that must only apply to school buses"

Did you read the part when the poster said the bus came in the dark, that her child waited alone, and that there were drug busts in their apartment complex? Jesus, I should hope somebody wouldn't let their child go it alone under those conditions. I plan to give my children a lot of freedom, but I also plan to raise them in a lily-white, affluent, Stepford-y suburb with a close-to-zero reported crime rate (in the interest of full disclosure). It's pretty easy for me to say I'd feel comfortable with my kids just roaming around.

Posted by: samantha t at January 25, 2011 5:40 PM

Why I'm Better Than You: Part 'Oh, For Fuck's Sake'

Posted by: Jo 'Mama' Besser at January 25, 2011 9:19 PM

I love the idea of free range parenting and I was glad I am not the only one who checks out that blog.

I am sad about what future generations will not get to do. When I was a teenager - early 90's - if you got in trouble for something minor, like TP'ing someones house, then usually things could be worked out...kid who did it would have to clean up the mess and apologize, and things were let go. Now, the police will be called, reports will be compiled, court dates set, and "justice" served. I am not in favor of kids breaking laws, but in some instances, I don't think that such a big deal needs to made over every infraction. I wish people could stay calm and use common sense.

I am not supporting random every day acts of vandalism is the right thing to do, but sometimes kids really do need to test limits and figure things out. Also, young people (oh god, does that make ME old?) need to learn to figure out what risks they are willing to take and if they think the risk is worth it.

Where I live now, Halloween is scheduled, not on a school night, kids over 11 may not wear masks or face paint, parents are encouraged to stay close to their child at every moment, and trick or treating is only allowed between 6-8pm. I LOVED Halloween when I was younger...out late, on my own or with a group of friends, high off of sugar, scaring the crap out of anyone we could and having a blast. Now it is a regimented, joyless march around the neighborhood to show off who spent the most amount of money on a costume.

I had a bumper sticker that said "Hydrogen and stupidity are the two most common elements in the universe." I think it is sadly true...

Posted by: Maria at January 25, 2011 10:03 PM

If you already have anxiety issues, becoming a parent is going to make you INSANE. Even a normal person will be attacked with anxiety when contemplating all the fates that could befall their child. In an instant! So here I will compile, in chronological order, my greatest parenting fears:

1. SIDS
2. Choking to death
3. Failure to thrive
4. Choking to death
5. Abduction and murder
6. Choking to death
7. Abduction and murder
8. Molestation
9. Choking to death
10. (We're in middle school right about here) taking part in stupid stunts, resulting in paralysis or death
11. Abduction and murder
12. Stupid stunts
13. Freak amusement park ride malfunction
14. Drowning at the water park
15. (She's driving now) CAR ACCIDENT
16. CAR ACCIDENT
17. CAR ACCIDENT
18. CAR ACCIDENT

However, you teach them safety and don't transfer your anxiety to them. Or minimize it.

I was horribly unsupervised even for the 70s (e.g., left alone for hours at a time starting at five years old, etc) and it's kind of amazing I'm alive.

Posted by: Snuggiepants at January 25, 2011 11:38 PM

I allow ,daughter to live in Connecticut.

I'll just turn myself in to the cops now.

Posted by: , at January 25, 2011 1:30 AM

The prosecution will accept nothing less than capital punishment for you, sir.

Posted by: Uriah Creep at January 25, 2011 11:54 PM