A few weeks ago I posted about the view off my back deck. You can clearly see that I live pretty much in the middle of nowhere. Really. You can't really think of where I live as a suburb or a cul-de-sac or any other fancy term. I live 10 minutes outside of, up on the hill, from one of those quintessential tucked into the middle of nowhere, quaint upstate New York villages. And, when I say upstate, I mean, UPSTATE - not West Chester or Poughkeepsie. We make wine here and Oh! We also have cows! COWS!
And, so, it is probably safe to say that I live with a bit of a false sense of security. Just a tad - but at least I know this, and I admit it. Bad things have happened in our little town - so it's not like I am completely naive. But, I do look at it one of two ways. Either you wrap your kid in bubble wrap & never let them out of the house OR You help foster a strong independence streak that can and will constantly come back to bite you in the arse. Daryl and I have chosen that later of the two methods.
However, I was concerned. Maybe we were allowing tooo much independence. Madaline is only 2.5 years old. Maybe we were tempting fate just a tad too much. And, so I did what any good mother would do. I asked my Twitter Following:
My sister, bless her, immediately told me that she would think that I had an independent self-sufficient child (she's a bit biased, don't you think?). There were a few questions about if I could see her (YES!) and if our yard is fenced (NO!). But, overall, my twitter followers confirmed what I had originally thought. That's it ok. That I am fostering independence and teaching boundaries at the same time.
She knows she HAS to stay in the backyard or on the deck, and be in my sight line. She tested her boundaries, ONCE. It landed her on the naughty step and the loss of her evening 1/2 hour of TV. (I know...I'm a mean mom). And, truthfully, I relish the fact that I don't have her begging me every 2 minutes if we can go outside yet while I am trying to get dinner on the table. It gives me a moment of peace and serenity as I am stirin' sauce or boiling water. It works for us - and at the end of the day, that is all that matters. It works for us.