On Sunday I wrote about wedding receptions and no-fun parents who don't let their kids play.
There is another side. The parents who sit, and do...NOTHING. It happens at every family get-together. This group of boys, whose parents are content to sit by and do...NOTHING, will be playing together (I use that term loosely) and it looks like a professional wrestling match, only more aggressive. The grandparents will occasionally step in and try to calm these boys down, but the parents really don't seem to mind. These kids go at it! They usually have swords or light sabers or some type of weapon to sweeten the match. It's crazy!
This got me thinking. I must just really be judgmental. It is a pet peeve of mine, people who are judgmental. Apparently though, I am.
People who are to protective, strict, etc. with their kids bug me. So do parents who don't discipline, supervise, reign in, etc. their kids. I am tough to please!
With my own kids, I try to do a little of both. Let them be silly, play, laugh...yet display some manners, respect, decorum. When we are out in public, I keep a close eye on my kids. Usually a hand too. We hold hands while in parking lots, on sidewalks, or in stores. Either that, or they are strapped in cart or stroller. I horrify Brenna with stories of people who take home cute kids. Mean, I know. I just want her to be aware.
Places that cater to kids often have aspects that terrify me. Or really gross me out. Ball pits? Climbing tunnels? Swimming pools? All potential for disaster I say. I seem to be on guard at all times, trying to prevent injuries, kidnappings, or death by being aware of my surroundings and my kids at all times. Every good horror story about parenting (and every Lifetime movie) starts with "It was just another day..." Cue the scary music. Like defensive driving, I do defensive parenting. Always on watch for potential disasters.
But I try not hover. I don't want to be super paranoid, but don't want to be neglectful either.
You just can't win! But I keep trying...