Ms. Glory Von Hathor inspired me to write this post.
I actually have very few mommy friends. I wonder if it's my parenting style?
Parenting styles always clash at the playground. It's fun to watch.
One day, I actually witnessed a mother yelling at her daughter for getting up on a swing by herself. "That's much too dangerous! You should wait for me to help you!" she yelled.
Right next to her, on the next swing, was another, smaller little girl, riding the swing very high with no hands, yelling to her father across the playground, "Look at me, Daddy! No hands!"
"That's great!" said Daddy. "That must be hard to do!"
I think the "safety first" lady's head almost exploded at that point.
I was just pushing Z. the whole time, on another swing. "Wee...wee...wee..." said Z.
My husband broke his hip on a swing when he was little, which he always tells Z. about when she's swinging, but still lets her do whatever she wants, within reason.
It's interesting how, in America, so many people are absolutely obsessed with safety in small ways, like the swing, but in big ways, like making sure our planet is still inhabitable when our children our fifty? No so much. I mean, people are better now than they used to be. Our consciousness is much higher. Cars are getting more efficient and all that. But, on the other end, the little kids' safety items border on the bizarre:
Knee pads? For a baby to crawl with? When did babies become old people?
I'm not sure where I'm going with this. I could go on and on. The things you see, out there in these here United States. It blows my mind!
(I'm so happy when people put a "baby on board" sign on their cars, because you know I'm completely reckless and out to kill until I see one of these- and then I instantly calm down and drive safely.)