Thursday, June 24, 2010
Growing up, my mother always called me fearless.....saying I liked to go where Angels feared to tread....Growing up in a Ski Town in Colorado, there was never a shortage of hills to climb, runs to ski, jumps to take or woods to explore...and she was more than happy to let me spread my wings and be the adventurer I loved being...I think city living has turned me soft....I can't remember the last exploration I've done beyond trying to make my way through the throngs of other women at the last Nordstrom Shoe Sale....
Hearing how I independent I was as a child....It totally doesn't surprise me that Noah has fallen too far from this tree. From the moment he was walking on only 2 legs, he was off figuring out new things to do....ie: going mach 30 down the stairs on his tummy.....or figuring out that he can fit through the doggy door....thus figuring out he can go out into the fenced backyard anytime he wishes....
I've always thought my allowing him to be independent...and adventerous was not such a bad thing....but a fellow mommy at Chick-Fil-A recently made me wonder...am I letting him be TOO independent?
After a Five star meal of chicken nuggets and chocolate milk...Noah was having a killer time utilizing every inch of the Play structure.....granted....I totally realize that it is NOT designed for 2 year olds....but after the first time he made it all the way up....and all the way down...I realized he was so good to go.....
As I was sitting there Buddha Belly and all another mom came in with her toddler....where she promptly and consistently kept him contained to the toddler area....When she noticed Noah come flying down the slide she asked me
"How old is he?"
"He just turned 2"
"Oh, wow....my son is almost 3"
"That's great" I reply
"I don't think I'd have the guts to let my son up there by himself....seems dangerous"
Now I'm sure there are a billion and one ways to take that comment....I chose to take it as the "wow your brave to let your two year old do that.....are you nuts?" Well maybe not the nuts part...but I did take that she wasn't sure all my parental faculties were there.
I've had days to think about it, since the encounter.....and I've realized....it's okay.....I'm okay....Noah is DEFINITELY okay......It's not as if I'm sticking him in a boat...letting him sail the world by himself at 2.....I'm letting him spread his wings a little more everyday.....but Mama is still in control....So what if I let him take flying leaps of the couch, I make sure there are pillows on the floor...I guess I just want him to adventerous, and confident...just call him the Indiana Jones of the Toddler Set....okay, maybe not quite THAT adventerous....but you get the picture
and if he ever does get stuck in the play structure.....me and my big buddha belly will just have to go up and get him.....