Maybe it's that I HATE standing at the bus stop with the kids at 7 in the morning, freezing my imaginary balls off.
I'm not sure what it is, but this blog has been on my mind a lot and I figured it was time to get it out there to the masses.
When I was 8, I walked myself to the bus stop. I played outside at all hours of the day. I'd run off to my aunts house a mile down the road or to a friends hours just over the hill. At any given time, my mother was calling someone to see if I was there.
I played with bare feet. I played in a creek, catching crawdads. I didn't have a computer and my first time on the internet was using a WebTV.
It was a simpler time, one I wish my kids could experience. One free of fear, full of freedom.
I wish I could keep my kids in a little bubble and protect them from the dangers of the world. I don't know how to let them explore on their own without hovering over them. How do you give them their freedom without being terrified something will happen?
Times are changing and I don't like it. I live in a small town that is behind on the times, but the kids aren't innocent here and we are catching up. Little kids have cell phones. Hell, I'm considering getting my kids a cell phone to share. I didn't get my first cell phone until I was in my 20's and here I am, considering giving my 8 year olds a cell phone! *sigh*
This is the life I want for my kids....