We used to live in a terraced house in a little village by the sea. While it was quiet and lovely there, where everyone knew each other, whose kid belonged to whom that sort, I didn’t allow little T play outside. Older kids played outside by our parking lot that was never full. While it was safe, I wasn’t comfortable with the idea of her playing outside, even though our neighbour’s child “F” who is from T’s school and is even a year younger than her once said to me “I’ll take care of her!” I actually laughed when he first announced this, looking down at little T’s gallant knight who was (then) barely taller than her.
Not that I didn’t trust him, it was mainly because of the cars. It wasn’t a busy road, but I did worry about the cars coming and going.
I want little T to have a childhood where she can roam freely without her paranoid mum breathing down her neck and I’m pleased to say that, she has that now.
We didn’t move far from that little village by the sea. In fact, you could say we’re just down the road and still live by the coast. We live in a private road where there are only three houses, including the farm that lives further down.
Now you’ll find T going up and down that private road in her scooter, along with Doc bounding up ahead of her. We also help her practice her bike up and down that road. In the summer, you’ll seldom find her inside, she’s out there in the garden jumping in her trampoline, playing with her friends. She’s also gone exploring the country lanes, although she hasn’t done this on her own yet (still too young for that), we do go with her, an excuse to walk the dog, who doesn’t even need walking all the time anymore. He actually takes himself out any time he wants.
It’s a lovely life, living in the country really. It’s as if time stands still, and nobody really worries much about tomorrow, after all it’s not here yet, is it?
Do you allow your child to play outside?