First, the back story…and there always is one.
When I was growing up in GR, I was the only child of an older, single mother…an older, single, very overprotective mother. I was her entire world, and other than the kids she babysat, i was her company…her confidante…and her highest priority in life.
That said, she held the reins way tight for just as long as she could. I didn’t really get to go do much as a kid. And when I did get to go to sleepovers, she always reminded me on my way out the door that I’d still have to do my chores, etc. the next day so don’t come home thinking you can sleep all day because you didn’t sleep tonight.
Which basically meant that I always hit that door running…and never really looked back.
I was the kid at church camp that never got homesick because I was just alwasy so thrilled to be out of the house.
Okay, so that’s the back story. Let’s hit the fast forward button when I had kids.
When I had my girls, it was one of my first and foremost priorities to let them have fun…let them be kids…let them go to sleepovers and have sleepovers and be loud and dance and sing and watch movies all night and eat popcorn and pizza and drink soda…
and be kids.
And i think they have good memories of all that when they were little girls.
So, when they got older, in their teens, and went to parties and sleepovers and what not, and we had curfews to deal with, the only criteria was that parents had to be there and they had to call me from a land line so I knew they were okay and where they were supposed to be. I always tried to let them go and have fun and be kids and while they knew i trusted them to do what they were supposed to do, they also knew that I had the capability of making sure they were.
I’ll never forget the evening that I let the Teacher go to the coffee house with her friend, Alicia. My friend, Jackie, was here and she was very vocal about how she would never let her daughter, the same age as the Teacher was at the time (16) go to the coffee house. I remember saying that I thought it was important to let them have some independence and have fun as long as they never gave your reason not to.
I gave the Longhorn the same freedom.
Neither the Teacher, nor the Longhorn, ever gave me reason to doubt them…so, I continued to allow them to have fun.
And, i am here to say that neither of them ever once were ever late for curfew and they never felt it necessary to lie or sneak around.
So, today, the Senior, who is always going to be my baby girl, went to see Twilight with her friends after school. At 6:30 or so, she called to tell me how awesome the movie was and to ask if she could hang out with her friends for a while.
And i have to say that my immediate reaction in my brain was like hang out til when, like 8???
But then i had to check myself and remind myself that ‘my baby girl’ is a Senior in high school and will be going off to college in the fall…well, next fall. So, i swallowed hard…
and told her to be home by 12 and to have fun and to check in occasionally to let me know where they were, which she did…
and she was home by 10:30.
So, i’m not scientist, but I’m thinking my parenting philosophy has worked in the past and is still working.
This is what i’m going to tell you guys who have young ones…be careful…be smart…be trusting of your children unless they give you reason not to…and watch them respect you and respect your rules…
and you will have kids who will not be starving to get OUT…to struggle for the ability to breathe…and to exert their independence.
Just let them get out, let them breathe, and let them be independent and responsible and i think you will find that they might do all that happily…and maybe you will get to have your Senior come home and tell you all the silliness that she and her friends did…play on the playground…ding dong ditch Luke…flirt with the Ag boys in the Kroger parking lot…and get hot chocolate from HEB.
I really, really wish that mother had given me a little more freedom. I really wish she hadn’t made me fight for every bit of independence.
Yet, I appreciate the fact that I took my growing up experiences and applied them to my own daughters so they never felt so strangled at home to make stupid decisions.
It makes me happy.
Really happy.
and I really hope that when the Boy gets older, i will afford him the same opportunities to go and live and be a kid and have fun, so that he will be as smart and responsible and trustworthy as his sisters were before him.
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