Age appropriateness

My responses, then the commentary, ok?  My kids are almost 3 and just turned 6.

1) In certain circumstances, I already leave my kids alone in the car. Times when I have done this include: when it is very cold outside and I have to run up to the door at M’s school to pick her up (safer for L buckled in the warm car than me carrying her on slippery ice and snow or in  sub-zero weather), if I am running into Starbucks and parked near the door (though I can’t actually see the car the whole time), running in to a convenience store to grab milk or something, and once even at the library to pick up a reserve book. Actually, I am more comfortable doing this with L than with M, because she can not get out of her carseat herself to cause trouble. If it isn’t hot outside and the doors are locked/car isn’t running, I don’t see how it could be called “dangerous” to leave the kid for a couple minutes.  I wouldn’t feel comfortable in a big parking lot with a bunch of people though (mall, grocery store, etc.)

2) Haven’t left M home alone yet, but I think it sounds extreme to wait until she is 10 before I can run out and pick up a pizza without dragging her along. I am more comfortable with the idea of her alone in the house (where she is very familiar with the rules) than I am with her outside alone.

3) Mr. A and I have had a long-running argument about this  one.  He would have let M play alone in the yard when she was barely 4, but I said no.  We are just starting to let M play outside without direct supervision.  Only in our front yard, if the door is open because our backyard has a path to a pretty busy street.  Only in the grass but not the road (even though we live on a dead end).

4) I don’t know about this one.  Certainly not alone at the park any time soon.

5) She will spend the night in a stranger’s home when hell freezes over.  (Ok, I know this will eventually probably happen, but right now I can not even imaging OKing it.)

Reading through the comments, it seems that there is a big range in what people consider to be reasonable risks and dangers.  I personally don’t worry much about my kids getting kidnapped by strangers.  According to this article, stranger kidnappings happen less than 100 times a year.  I just don’t buy the hype.

I would be much more worried about them being molested by an acquaintance who I didn’t know well (thus my answer to #5).  I am very concerned about them getting run over by cars which makes me feel very cautious about #3 and #4.  And like  Spacemom mentioned, I am also pretty worried about drowning and guns, though it would be very hard for me to ask another parent about their weapons.  I would also worry that they were misbehaving and acting like the other hooligans at the park if I wasn’t there to monitor them (#4).

I am a big believer in letting kids earn the right to have more freedom. M has not demonstrated a consistent ability to watch for cars and follow rules outside (where distractions abound) when I am not prompting her, so she can’t ride her bike or play in the street without an adult. We are just now testing her ability to be in the yard alone, so she is on a pretty short leash.  On the other hand, she very clearly knows the rules in the house and can be trusted to follow them, so I think I would feel comfortable leaving her alone in the house (briefly) if she was ok with it.

Like Dawn and a few other people mentioned, I would also not be OK with leaving M in a position where she was responsible for L — if L wasn’t old enough to be responsible on her own.  My parents left me in charge of my 8 year old sister while they worked(8 hrs a day, I think)  for an entire summer when I was 11.  It was too much responsibility and my sister wouldn’t listen to me at all.  I think there is a place for an older sibling to take the responsibility for looking after a younger sibling, but too much responsibility too soon worries me.   You may recall how freaked out I was by this incident at the park.  One of my biggest concerns was something happening to the younger kid and the older kid getting blamed when it was not developmentally appropriate for him to be in charge of such a young child.

FYI, I checked and there are no laws in my state regarding either leaving your kid alone in the car or in the house. (So don’t bother calling the cops on me!  heh.)

Also, thank you to all my lovely commenters for restricting your comments to your own kids and not getting judgmental about what other people do!

Questions

In the not so many years since I was a little kid, it seems like parenting norms have changed a lot.

My parents didn’t think anything of leaving me sitting in a car while they ran into a store.  Nor did they seem to stress out over how old I should be when the left me home alone for the first time.  On the other hand, they didn’t have carseats and would have let me juggle knives if I really wanted to.

We also lived in a really small town or rural area back then. Now that I live in a bigger city (granted, in a a pretty benign suburb), I am pretty sure I would wait longer than my parents  did for a lot of things.

I am not really sure what the acceptability is for this kind of stuff now. Maybe I am being paranoid. As L and  M are getting older, I am realizing we are going to have to start figuring this stuff out.  So I thought I would do a very unscientific survey.

I have conflicted feelings about each of the following questions:

1) At what age is a child old enough to be left alone in a car while you are out of sight for between 5-10 minutes ?  ( for example to run into a store or pick up another other child)

2) At what age would you feel comfortable leaving a child home alone for up to 30 minutes?

3) At what age would you let your child go play alone (no adults) outside in your yard?

4) What age would you let them walk 1-2 blocks to play alone in a park?

5) At what age would you let your child have a sleepover with a friend from school if you had only met that child’s parent a few times in passing?

I am curious how these decisions are made by other families and what factors you would take into consideration. I am going to keep my own thoughts to myself, so I won’t bias the answers.

Feel free to answer anonymously if you really want to.

What happened to my baby??

Today was a momentus day.  A day we have been hoping and longing for for many weeks:  M’s tooth finally fell out.

I think I mentioned here that M’s adult lower-middle tooth was growing in behind her baby tooth.   Over the past month, the tooth kept growing and M’s tooth didn’t get much wigglier, until yesterday.  This morning, the tooth was clearly on the way out.  Then, sometime this morning, M yanked it at school.  (Conveniently, the lost tooth coincided with national tooth month or something and M’s class all got new toothbrushes today.)

Can I just say how glad I am that the tooth is finally out?  Because that double row of teeth was really grossing me out!!  Though the other new adult tooth just broke through behind the baby one this week, so it is an ongoing issue.

But besides my relief that we won’t have to have the dentist yank it, I can’t get over the feeling that my baby isn’t really a baby any more.   M will turn six on Monday.  SIX!  How can she possibly be SIX???

To add insult to injury, today when I picked M up at school, she was exchanging PHONE NUMBERS with another little girl in her class.    What in the heck do KINDERGARTNERS have to talk about on the phone???

It was an out of body experience as I heard my own mother’s voice coming out of my mouth as I asked M that very question:

“M, why do you need to call Tessa on the phone?  You were with her ALL DAY!  What could you possibly have to talk about?  Didn’t you already talk to her all day at school??

And then, M responded:

“Mama, I just want to talk to her!  We are FRIENDS!  What we talk about is our own personal BEESWAX*, not yours!”

Holy crap!  Are 6 year olds the new 12?  She just lost her first milk tooth and she is already jumping directly into adolescence?

I am not ready for this.

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*M is probably trying out the “personal beeswax” phrase because she recently asked for this Junie B. Jones Journal for her birthday.

Why I am not mushy Reason #57

I got an email from a friend who read the last post asking if we are going to have another baby, because that is how it sounded.

Uh NO.  Definitely NOT. 

Unless I get complete amnesia and forget how hard those first months are, OR they invent a new and improved model child who is completely self sufficient (including laundry and cooking), I do believe we are quite finished adding small people to our family.

Thank goodness.  I mean, I love the two we have, but boy do they require a lot of energy and effort.

the perfect storm

I have been doing this parenting gig long enough to know that kids go through rough patches.  You know, periods of weeks or even months when they seem determined to drive their parents up the fucking wall.  They can’t help it, this is just part of growing up.

The past few weeks, we seem to have entered my most dreaded part of having more than one kid:  when both girls seem to be channeling a demon at the same time.

M is a kid who has always been easy to feed.  Food was never an issue for her.  We sit some food in front of her and she eats an appropriate amount of the choices provided.  Viola!   For four and half years that system worked perfectly. 

Until this month.

All the sudden, M has decided she doesn’t want to eat what we give her.  She is trying to make food a battleground.  I do my best not to engage in those shenanagins.  If she doesn’t want to eat, I am ok with that being her choice. 

Or I was until she hit what appears to be a growth spurt.  Currently, low blood sugar turns her into Linda Blair’s even eviler twin.  This happens about three times every day.   I have tried several different strategies, each seemed to work for a few days.  But then M seems to catch on and find a loophole so she can make eating, snacks and meals as painful as possible.*  Fun times!  

Intuitive girl that she is, L does not want to be left out of the fun.  She has decided that this month is going to be No Sleep Month.  YAY!  Every parent’s favorite. 

For the past 9 months, we have been rocking L to sleep every night with a bottle.  Some nights the rocking could take over an hour before she drifted off.  A few weeks ago, we accidentally discovered that if we rock for a few minutes then lay L in bed, she just goes to sleep.  WTF???  We have literally spent WEEKS of our lives rocking her to sleep.  This was like the jackpot.  We felt we finally had made it over the sleep hump.

Now that she falls right to sleep, she is mixing things up by randomly waking up at about 11:00 pm.  She yells, plays, talks, sings, cries all while demanding my unceasing attention until about 1:30 or 2:00 in the morning.  And she wakes up at somewhere between 5:15 and 6:15.   This is unneccessarily early to say the very least.

The only thing that makes a dent in the sleep disaster is Motrin before bedtime and a second dose around 1:00am.  I keep thinking it MUST BE TEETHING.  L has proven to have the SLOWEST teeth I have ever heard of.  When her second tooth broke through the skin, it moved so slowly the gums kept healing over it and re-cutting for about two weeks before it got high enough for the gums to let it be.  All the while, she screamed and slept poorly.

The screwy sleep at night causes a wacky nap schedule, with L slumping into her cheerios if I don’t give her the opportunity to actually lay down.  She spends a lot of her day cranky because she is overly tired.

Together, L and M are quite the pair the past few weeks. 

“This will pass.  This will pass.  This will pass.” I keep chanting in my head. 

It has to or else I might run away and join the circus. 

 

P.S.  This post is not a request for solutions to these problems.  With L, we just have to wait it out, hope she cuts the damn tooth already and let her get her body organized again.  As for M, she is clearly feeling her oats and seeing just how far she can use this food thing to control and manipulate her parents.  She is figuring out that it isn’t getting her the attention or response she wants, but she keeps upping the ante to make sure.