Blushing Cake

Cake, what a great thread. Thanks again for the best OT subjects. This one brought back great memories of my childhood as well. BUT, more importantly, gave me much needed validation for the “loose” attitude I have towards my son’s outdoor activities.

From the time he was born he wanted to be outside and I always felt that it was a great place for him to be. As a toddler he loved “working,” which meant anything that required great physical activity, and helping his dad or grandfather in the yard was the most fun he ever had.

In third grade a progressive teacher allowed her science students to actually plant a garden, lol, and learn how things grew. This wasn’t news to my kid, but he loved the project and got into it. The day the manure arrived on a truck to be spread across the garden, my kid volunteered to shovel, lol, and came home complaining that the teacher made him STOP because his face got red from exertion! I had a little talk with her saying just let him drink water, no big deal. She was not swayed, lol. He was “getting too hot.” I said, “Can’t you let HIM decide if he’s too hot?” Nope. Gotta be SAFE. Good grief.

His friends marvel at his willingness to try things. At 10 his buddies set up a ramp made from a piece of rebar and bricks to try out “grinding” on their inline skates. He was the only one who would actually try it, lol. He came home with blood down both arms from the crash at the bottom. Their setup was fundamentally flawed. The end of the rebar was supported by BRICKS, lol. But he now KNOWS and WILL NOT FORGET that landing on bricks is dumb.

At 12 years old he still loves inline skating and trying new tricks in the driveway. I do require the helmet (I don?t want him DIE!) but bloody body parts are an every day occurrence. You run water over it to get the dirt out or spray on the antiseptic and he gives me that “tsssssssss” hiss through his teeth and then runs outside to do it some more. (When I was a kid it was mercurochrome, remember purple mercurochrome?) Now he’s getting into bike tricks and it’s an even rougher landing when the trick fails. Other neighborhood parents think I’m crazy, but at other times they also tell me he is the most polite and responsible kid they know. I think learning self-limitations, experiencing some pain, trying your hand at things you thought up, well, it all goes together to make a more responsible, more understanding person. He understands what taking a risk means. He doesn’t live his life in front of the TV or computer.

I am reassured that I’m allowing him to become a better person.

Lisa

My father always believed that getting hurt was part of being human. He always did his best (still does) to ensure that we weren’t going to do anything with a high probability of fatality. That having been said if a broken bone or some missing skin was the worst that was to be feared he would help build the ramp.

I really feel that kids need to get hurt doing things. While I’m certainly not condoning putting childeren in inherently dangerous situations I think it’s absurd to try and prevent cuts and scrapes. They’re badges of honour when you’re little!!!

Heck, one of my father’s favourite sayings was “Won’t do that again will ya?”

He figured the lesson would stick better with a little pain. . .

If I ever have children I hope I can adopt his attitude toward rearing them. Afterall we learn by experience, if you don’t let the kid do it while they’re young they’ll just do it later in life.

STU

Good 'ol Dad.

Remember when He used to tell us that if we were hanging from something and couldn’t pull ourselves up to “let go while your still holding on with both hands” So you would land on your feet not your side.

Gotta love that man

How about when I used to come home with my hands bleeding from trying to learn to swing on the monkey bars. Come home to Mom saying “Hmmmm, maybe you should take it easy for a little while” while She cleans my hands.

Gotta love that Woman

Your right Cupcake it takes a special type of parent to let their kids take the risks that make life fun.

Excuse me for a minute,

I have to go throw a lead ingot ant my Bro, for old times sake

This thread has inspired me. Tomorrow I’m going to round up my kids’ friends in the neighborhood and go to homedepot to buy a shitload of lumber. Then I’m going down by the resaca to build a damn clubhouse for the little brats. I’m even buying paint so the hoodlums can customize it.

So many memories…

BB gun fights in wheat fields against Bobby McGinnis, the local 12 year old in fourth grade who shot me between the eyes on the bridge of my nose as I stood up to surrender because I was out of ammo.

Recess kung-fu battles between the two local gangs in 3rd grade–Mexicans against Whites with Willie Belk (the only black kid in town) fighting with the Mexicans.

Floating down Valley Creek on innertubes with 22 rifles on our laps looking for squirrels or nutrea to shoot during the summer between our 5th and 6th grade years.

Lawn Darts=JARTS. Standing in the scoring circle and dodging the Dart at the last second if your friend was lucky enough to score in the ring.

Summer days between 6th and 7th grade where $2 of gas in your motorcycle would get you all the way to Bronte and back so you could go play baseball with the kids from 5 towns.

Thanks, Cupcake.

ah…good ol’ rock fights.