The girls are off the reservation
Sep. 25th, 2004 11:24 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pegkerrThe girls are walking to a neighborhood coffeeshop, four blocks away, with a neighbor girl, aged eight. Fiona is eleven and Delia is eight.
This is the first time they have been allowed off the block by themselves. I sigh when I think of my own childhood, and Rob feels wistful about this, too. We were both allowed to roam pretty much where we liked, on foot or on bikes, at Fiona's age. But we have been cautious. We do live in a pretty good neighborhood. I suppose there are those of you out there who might be appalled we have waited so long, while others gasp at our boldness in letting them take this little jaunt. Who knows what is best? It's so hard to know how much freedom to allow them, but we have to start allowing them to try their wings, we know.
Argh. This is hard. Was it this hard for my parents?
This is the first time they have been allowed off the block by themselves. I sigh when I think of my own childhood, and Rob feels wistful about this, too. We were both allowed to roam pretty much where we liked, on foot or on bikes, at Fiona's age. But we have been cautious. We do live in a pretty good neighborhood. I suppose there are those of you out there who might be appalled we have waited so long, while others gasp at our boldness in letting them take this little jaunt. Who knows what is best? It's so hard to know how much freedom to allow them, but we have to start allowing them to try their wings, we know.
Argh. This is hard. Was it this hard for my parents?