Great story. I remember when I let my kids play in the park and take a public bus to school. Nowadays, in our city anyway, my grandkids are not allowed to go out alone, except on rare occasions the 17 year old! It is a different world, indeed.
Thanks Alice. As you described your childhood, I could shut my eyes and picture similar scenes in my neighbourhood. I would add the sounds of 'thunk, thunk' as the tennis balls hit the garage doors in preparation for road hockey. Our parents (like ourselves) tried the best they could at the time. Yep, our kids already recall the whooshing sound of their parental helicopter above them.
Great tell Alice! I can relate to this story in many ways, with the exception of Razzle Dazzle (sorry - can't help you there). As the third child of 3, my mom was definitely less focused on us kids by the time I came around. Coincidently, I am in the middle of Tara Westover's book. OMG - what a story that is! We sure had it good.
I agree on all counts. How did we ever survive? Another insightful piece by ASG.
Well said Alice. And so true....
Another great story, thank you Alice ❤️
Benign neglect is pretty apt.
Great story. I remember when I let my kids play in the park and take a public bus to school. Nowadays, in our city anyway, my grandkids are not allowed to go out alone, except on rare occasions the 17 year old! It is a different world, indeed.
Survived pretty much the same childhood…..
My mother’s classic line “ I dropped Janet off in grade five and picked her up in grade eleven”
This so resonated with my own parallel experiences..and pivot to helicopter mom! Thank you Alice.
Thanks Alice. As you described your childhood, I could shut my eyes and picture similar scenes in my neighbourhood. I would add the sounds of 'thunk, thunk' as the tennis balls hit the garage doors in preparation for road hockey. Our parents (like ourselves) tried the best they could at the time. Yep, our kids already recall the whooshing sound of their parental helicopter above them.
Great tell Alice! I can relate to this story in many ways, with the exception of Razzle Dazzle (sorry - can't help you there). As the third child of 3, my mom was definitely less focused on us kids by the time I came around. Coincidently, I am in the middle of Tara Westover's book. OMG - what a story that is! We sure had it good.