Butterfly got a bike for Christmas. It's a beauty.
She also got a cell phone. The two gifts go together.
In this day and age it is hard to allow our daughters freedom. The world is a scary, scary place. I, personally, would be quite content to wrap her in cotton wool and tuck her away in a closet until she's twenty-five. Oh, okay. Twenty-six. But the girl needs to stretch her wings a little. I get it.
So, the bike. And the cell phone. And the trips to the library with her big brother riding shotgun. Sweet freedom.
On the other hand, it was a whole lot easier on the Mom when she was still in the cocoon. That's all I'm saying.
When I was growing up and a generation later when you were growing up, we mostly just had to worry about kids damaging themselves with foolish stunts. It is a sad commentary on our society that the worries stem now from others' intentions toward our children.
Posted by: Mom | January 04, 2010 at 03:50 PM