I thought I was a neurotic, overprotective mother, but discovered a few weeks ago I'm down right negligent. I actually allow our seven year old to play outside on his own. We allow him to read Diary of a Wimpy Kid and Captain Underpants. He can go to the bathroom without parental supervision....
Not so with a recent playdate. When I told our son the mom would be joining us, he whined "why can't you just tell her we don't have any guns in the house?" I had, to no avail.
It's hard to let go, and we afford our son his independence (or illusion thereof)over ever watchful eyes. I worry, though, that his pal, a smart kid undeniably double knotted to the apron strings, is destined to become not the next Bill Gates, but Ted Kaczynski.
Ah, but there is hope for him yet. I assumed the boys were holed up in our son's room playing Star Wars. Turns out they were reading some books that are apparently banned in the other fellow's home. Had to applaud the boys for that one.
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