I got an email recently which went on about how simple life was in the 70’s and 80’s when you left home in the morning and were not expected home until dinner time usually at 6pm. Free to explore and play to the hearts content. And as much as I would love to say that I am like that now, I can’t…. I hover!
I am like the wind that wafts gently around. I am always around. I know me letting my children roam on their own, builds independence on their part and their life experience will be richer..but yet still I hover!
I watch my neighbours let their children roam. One of the children, a boy of maybe two is allowed to run around the complex with his siblings ages 9 and 14 who naturally walk off and leave him and he goes on and explores and finds his way back home.
I can’t seem to let them be like that. There is no way that I am going to let them go outside ( and I live in a gated community) without me being right there. I feel as if I can protect them, prevent those inevitable scraps and bumps, hide from them the meanness of humanity, of children.
Though honestly I have gotten better at letting them explore with me at a distance. I let them roam now, but only if I am within shouting distance.
I ‘lost’ my son the other day. We couldn’t find him for 10 minutes. He wasn’t in any of the usual houses that he likes to visit and even though my exterior was calm I was having a panic like no other. Of course, he was good and safe in a house he had never visited before, but I certainly returned to my old ways… I hover!
But you know what even if I hover at least I am sharing in my children’s lives and I am aware of all that is going on both mischief and good
so bear with me while I hover!