Feb 02 2013
Not so much cost-free… but rather the freedom to play carefree, and have a great time just running wild.
At times I used to watch her over like a hawk, screaming out warnings each time I see a potential danger upcoming, or running up to catch her when she falls.
Other times… more often now… I tell myself to hold back and let her explore by herself. Remembering my childhood (however much I can), I remember I was given the freedom to roam. As a baby, my parents would put me on my fours on the grass, and I could crawl all over the soil, fiddle and pluck out the grass with my fingers. (Okay, I don’t remember that… but I saw these from the fading photographs). As a child, my grandma would let me and my sister head down to the playground by ourselves… and only I could remember the daredevil stunts that I would attempt while the adults were not looking.
So why then am I so hung up over whether the little girl gets a scratch, or a knock, or even just dirt under her fingernails from picking up fallen leaves and sticks?
So today I let her run while I sit comfortably on the bench. I let her scream and do the mild stunts such as sliding down backwards… crawl up the slides… I let her attempt to climb up the railing that she never used to dare attempt without the parents standing at the back shouting encouragements. I let her play free. And I had a great time slacking off.
End of the day? She came home with a possibly strained thumb and a rather big patch of abrasion on her shin. She came home a whiney girl cos she’s in discomfort. But no major injuries, and a great morning working out and playing with neighbours while I got some good time-out just talking to myself like this. And I should really do this more often cos I’ve not had my me-time for quite a long while now, and it felt really good. :)