Dear Readers: There will be a quiz at the end of this post — a letter just in from a reader. (I actually read it on the subway!)
Dear Free-Range Kids: It’s 70 degrees here in sunnyso I opened all my windows and blinds. My 8-year-old daughter and 6-year-old son came home from school and wanted to play in the front yard on the tree swing. OF COURSE I obliged because it was so beautiful out, how could I say no?!? My 18-month-old cried because brother and sissy were home and she wanted to play. So I let the kids push her on the swing. I was inside watching out the front window while I folded laundry in the living room.
A friend of a neighbor came over to tell me how dangerous that was and compared me to that “crazy subway mom.” I told her that I took that as a compliment. This is a sleepy beach community so I told her since she didn’t live on “this side of the bridge” (we live on an island) she just didn’t get it. Needless to say she was not happy to hear that. I gave her this website and I hope she see’s this, then maybe she’ll get it.
Thanks for all the insights and stories. I love seeing how “normal” I am🙂
So, readers, here’s the quiz: WHO’S CRAZY? A “subway mom”-type who looks at three siblings sharing a blissful afternoon, and smiles? Or a lady who looks at the same three siblings and sees a gothic horror story unfolding?A horror she feels absolutely compelled to warn the mom about?
They call us crazy but we’re not! — Lenore