Who is becoming independent from whom?
We've had some interesting afterschool jumbles recently. I have to be one place - or three - with the younger kids, and Alfs needs to be somewhere else, or just needs to get home. I've been forced to have him wait for me or meet me in places and ways I never had before. He's done fine; I'm the one who needs more time.
I worry about being overprotective of my kids. I want to protect, but not smother. I don't want to be one of those clichÃ©d mothers who never lets her kids out of her sight. (I think there's no faster way to completely push them away.) The past few days, I've been driving all over creation taking care of this, that and the other thing, and I've been a little bit panicked, trying to get to Alfs as quickly as possible. Once, I didn't see him at the prescribed place right away. My heart skipped a beat and my stomach flip-flopped. Then I saw him. I tried not to show my anxiety, but clearly failed. He was perfectly calm (and quite close by), but I needed a moment to bring my blood pressure down. He looked at me like I was crazy, of course, as a pre-adolescent is supposed to do.When I was in sixth grade, the grade Alfs is in now, I actually had far more freedom than Alfs has right now. I rode my bike home from school (and had for years) and if I took a detour to a friend's house or the corner convenience store for a candy bar, my parents rarely knew. I'd always make sure I was home before my mom arrived home. There were hours and hours at a time when my parents didn't have precise tabs on me. I did not have a cell phone, of course, as many kids do today. It was in part the circumstance of the neighborhood we lived in and in part the time we lived in. I bet you never thought someone would be nostalgic for the '70s, did you?