Well, our 10yo dd has been expressing the need for more independence ... and we're gradually starting to branch out. As of today, she is now riding her bike around the block on her own, and we just got her a lock & chain for it so she can ride up the street to a nearby store and actually leave her bike outside to go in and buy stuff from time to time.
She is elated!
We are talking about the possibility of her going some places on her own on the metro bus in the near future, too.
She is so happy; she had started feeling that her life was so predictable and she did the same things every day and never had much in the way of exciting stuff to look forward to ... and now her face is just lighting up as she brainstorms about all the possibilities for new adventures.
I'd love to hear from other parents who are trying to jump off the helicopter-parenting dock and plunge wholeheartedly into free-range living. At first I felt like I could only go in one toe at a time -- but now, seeing how happy and thrilled and alive she is feeling, I really feel like we're ready to take the plunge.
Really, it shouldn't feel like such a plunge, since I was walking to and from school and friends' houses, and riding my bike around the neighborhood, well before the age of 10. Back then I probably would've laughed at a mama going on about how her 10yo just rode around the block all by herself.
But for some reason it now feels so totally rad.
I'd love to hear about everyone else's journey out of fear and into glorious LIFE!
She is elated!
We are talking about the possibility of her going some places on her own on the metro bus in the near future, too.
She is so happy; she had started feeling that her life was so predictable and she did the same things every day and never had much in the way of exciting stuff to look forward to ... and now her face is just lighting up as she brainstorms about all the possibilities for new adventures.
I'd love to hear from other parents who are trying to jump off the helicopter-parenting dock and plunge wholeheartedly into free-range living. At first I felt like I could only go in one toe at a time -- but now, seeing how happy and thrilled and alive she is feeling, I really feel like we're ready to take the plunge.
Really, it shouldn't feel like such a plunge, since I was walking to and from school and friends' houses, and riding my bike around the neighborhood, well before the age of 10. Back then I probably would've laughed at a mama going on about how her 10yo just rode around the block all by herself.

But for some reason it now feels so totally rad.
I'd love to hear about everyone else's journey out of fear and into glorious LIFE!







