S.Viten, parents told me that the world is more dangerous than it was. Others tell me that we restrict our children too much and do not let them run for free. I think I am the worst world in both cases. I think we should give our children more independence, but I am very terrified of doing so.
Sometimes I accuse my wife of being a helicopter parent, because she sees threats at every corner. Its response, and it is difficult for me to argue, is that I have opposite pain; The position “will be fine” bears the inability to evaluate the risks. The argument between the “helicopter” and the “free parents” is not in fact an argument that I find interesting, not the least of which is that both supporters are so much annoying. It is difficult to think that my children live in a more dangerous world than I did, if such a thing is measurable, not at least because everything starting from road deaths and kidnapping to home accidents has seen that the numbers decrease significantly. It is likely that this is because children are more restricted now, which will make the instinctive Topyeri than paternity and short motherhood more easy, like a man under an umbrella he says he hasn’t seen much rains recently.
I am also raising my children in a city with a population of eight million people, while I grew up on the rural border in Derry with Doning, where the vision of a person walking on the road was a major event. My children are rarely allowed, if any, to stay away from 10 feet from me, while I spent most of my homework almost unpleasant. I assume this was safe, as I grew up now almost safely safely and boring for me, but it was also at least a site of the Ira bomb at least during my childhood.
The tilted square around our house was often open fields, but it was characterized by some crowded roads, and Irish and British border inspection points on both sides of our field (the latter is the location of the explosion mentioned above in 1988). Not only was we allowed, but we encouraged the direction of this area for hours at one time. I tend to add “as long as we go back to dinner,” but if you are honest, I do not know that such a condition was at all.
This feeling of abandoning it was apparently carried, and we followed us on vacation. My brothers Dara and Shane discovered this on a trip to Fermanagh, when they were 12 and 10, respectively – they came from the group to take a boat in the Ern’s Log. They already set out from the beach before they discovered that they had forgotten the seizure of any impartial .
My wife does not find this story funny as I do and swear to her there and then I will not punish a sailing journey that is not supervised by any of our children. Somewhere, between the helicopter and the chicks, I must believe the presence of a happy way. But at the present time, I will let others find it.
