tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079589059457212218.post8233827706371582291..comments2024-03-28T17:29:41.606-05:00Comments on Not Just Another Mother Blogger!: This Childhood Is SupervisedTMWHickmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11099277984216556857noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079589059457212218.post-35412746426058426732013-07-07T16:49:28.557-05:002013-07-07T16:49:28.557-05:00It sure would be nice!It sure would be nice!TMWHickmanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11099277984216556857noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079589059457212218.post-84318621860729316032013-07-07T13:44:55.273-05:002013-07-07T13:44:55.273-05:00We were on our own a lot as well. I wish I could t...We were on our own a lot as well. I wish I could trust the community like that again.KatBouskahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11556451375792958743noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079589059457212218.post-68016332653493249072013-07-07T00:44:33.644-05:002013-07-07T00:44:33.644-05:00I was born in the same era. I lived in a rather ro...I was born in the same era. I lived in a rather rough area, so the sense of innocence really wasn't there. As far back as I can remember, I felt strife.Tempest Nightingale LeTropehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13399658142903294992noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079589059457212218.post-39962775686331348062013-07-04T20:58:45.442-05:002013-07-04T20:58:45.442-05:00Lol! So true!Lol! So true!TMWHickmanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11099277984216556857noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079589059457212218.post-37259746220905046032013-07-04T20:58:12.291-05:002013-07-04T20:58:12.291-05:00Amen, my friend!Amen, my friend!TMWHickmanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11099277984216556857noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079589059457212218.post-19871690487776657582013-07-04T20:51:10.306-05:002013-07-04T20:51:10.306-05:00I remember riding up front on the arm rest of my g...I remember riding up front on the arm rest of my grandparents' car with no seat belt. There are things adults did back then that we would be fined for now!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12285294838620988010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079589059457212218.post-86728385893723913042013-07-04T19:11:25.552-05:002013-07-04T19:11:25.552-05:00We did a 5K today. We have run 11 or so, and when...We did a 5K today. We have run 11 or so, and when we do, we always scope out our meeting place when we end. We also note any friends and acquaintances that will be running as well and likely be at the finish line when we are. While I allow the kids to run 3 miles independently, there is always a plan. Today, while I was running (at a good clip, I'm thinking I would have likely had my best time) I saw a 10 year old boy who had lost his group. So I gave up my time (that is huge to do for a race) and ran/walked with him. The whole way I talked with him to ensure he was not dizzy/lightheaded. I got him water when he missed the water stations. I ensured he would drink the water. I asked, and he said his family had no plan for the end reunion. :( We did this for about 2 miles. His uncle finally came running back to us with water for him, and once he was okay I ran through the finish. And while it was my worst chronological time, it was the best time, because I am an adult and I KNOW the monsters that lay in front of us.<br /><br />Cars. Crossing BUSY streets. Navigating parade goers. And since he didn't have an official number, he could easily be lost in the sea of thousands of people.<br /><br />Independence is a great thing to foster, within reason. Maybe they did have a plan and he didn't remember. His uncle clearly was thankful that I had stayed with him. But when I spoke to the woman in the group (aunt/mom I'm not sure) there were still two of their kids (10 and 12) still missing.<br /><br />Just thought I'd share this story and say that I guess there always has to be a balance. And as adults, they are ALL our children when it comes to keeping them safe.Julihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10097214923216967086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1079589059457212218.post-34548575991769184272013-07-04T17:01:02.021-05:002013-07-04T17:01:02.021-05:00Loved your post! I think those of us born in the 6...Loved your post! I think those of us born in the 60s were the last of a breed. I rode my bike EVERYWHERE. By myself. Miles and miles from home. Sometimes in neighborhoods, sometimes in more rural areas. My mom knew nothing else other than "I'm going for a bike ride." Let my kids do that? NOT HARDLY!Dyanne @ I Want Backsieshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04946323852124525597noreply@blogger.com