Hello, my pretties! How are you all doing? Well, I hope!
I’m doing alright. Still getting used to the new job realities, but slowly relaxing and making some plans to move forward with life and make things a bit better. You know, the usual stuff.
I debated posting a random picture today, but it felt a bit lazy, and I wanted to approach this theme today, so here we are. We’re going to talk about “healthy neglect” today.
What do I mean by healthy neglect? No, I don’t mean actual neglect. I mean the opposite of being a helicopter parent, that’s all. As a child born in the 80s, I was subjected to that healthy dose of neglect. My mother had a nanny for us until I was 10 and my brother was 12. Once we reached that age and our nanny moved back to her hometown, we became latchkey kids. We’d wake up on our own, take a shower, get ready for school, etc, and then go have breakfast either mom or dad had made while we got dressed. One of our parents would drop us off at school before taking the bus to work. Then, we’d leave school and go home. A friendly neighbor would heat our lunch for us up until a certain age, and then we’d take care of ourselves and each other – we’d have lunch, do homework, do whatever chores we had to do that day, and then go outside and play with other children until our mom came home at around 5 pm. We’d go home around this time and help mom with dinner or just stay out of the way, depending on what she was doing. Then once dad came home at around 8 pm, we’d sit down for dinner, prepare our backpack and uniform (our school had one) for the next day and then go to bed. Rinse and repeat the next day.
Other than if one of us were sick, we didn’t call our parents for anything, as we knew they’d be home at the usual time. We survived that. The fact that we lived a ten-minute walk from our grandparents helped too, though we rarely if ever needed help from them. We still knew their number by heart, just in case (I can still recite it today).
All in all, though, most of the time, we were responsible for each other. I was thinking about how different things are today, seeing my niece who is the age I was when I started having the key to home, and her mother still has to sit by her side and make sure she’s eating, sometimes spoon-feeding her. She’s got a stay at home mom, so maybe it’s a different thing, but still… I don’t really know. I see so many kids who would be old enough to know better behave in some really odd ways – breaking things, bothering the neighbors, things of the sort – when unsupervised, I can’t really explain or understand.
Has the pendulum moved too far in the opposite direction? If so, why? Do you have an opinion on that? If you do, and especially if you have children, I’d love to hear your opinion!
See you on the next!
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