Well, I’m a mom. Immediately, I beckoned for helmets, knee pads, wrist and elbow protectors and a ton of “be careful” comments worthy of a ridiculously paranoid guardian. I kept thinking that their first time out this season might result in wobbly knees and a bit of needed balance practice. I know that my insistence on safety is warranted, but I felt the need to justify it. “You’ll be careful, but what about the drivers who don’t see you?” Or, “It only takes one bad fall …”
I couldn’t help but chuckle to myself, then, when I read a very brief article in an old Readers Digest magazine that was passed along to me. Considering how I survived my childhood, and knowing that many readers here can easily relate, I thought I’d share it. While I don’t agree with all of these, I sure identify with them and could add a bevy of my own (so could you!). It doesn’t change my mind about how I choose to keep my kids safe, but it does put some things in perspective and remind me how “the times they are a-changin’.”
