Yesterday I was thinking about writing up the story of this month and pitching it to Brain, Child or another publication. Not just as <dramatic intonation> one woman's saga </dramatic intonation>, but as a reflection on shifting societal norms.
An example: when I was a kid, I played all the time in the creek that ran behind our house. A fellow fifth-grader drowned in that creek, but nobody ever told me to stop, or to make sure I had direct parental supervision. Those were some of the most delightful hours of my tenth and eleventh years -- poking around in the mud with my dog, swinging on the branches, naming my favorite spots.
These days a much smaller creek runs through our neighborhood. Honestly, a person would have to work at it to drown in that creek. But my kids are forbidden to play there. This is our fourth year here and they've never set foot in it. When I was a kid the line was drawn in one spot: it was normal for kids to play in creeks. Now it's drawn in another. How do we balance the suffering of the one family whose child drowns against all the hours of fun to be had playing in a creek? How much room is there for individual families to make decisions that go against the norm?
I was thinking that as an illustration I might mention Camazotz, from A Wrinkle in Time. Remember the neighborhood where all the kids bounced their balls and jumped their ropes in time? One child was out of sync with neighborhood expectations and had to be reported to the authorities for inappropriate ball-bouncing. I am not willing to live in Camazotz, I was going to say in my essay. But I was talking it over with Elwood last night when it occurred to me: even in Camazotz, for heaven's sake, children played outside without their parents.
The larger reason why Camazotz isn't a great analogy is that we're not out of sync with neighborhood norms. Yesterday I was talking about this on my front porch with another neighborhood mother who used to work for CPS. Two kids came running down the middle of the street, no parents in sight. "Look! Negligent parenting!" I said, and she rolled her eyes at me. A moment later a different trio came along from the other direction. "More negligent parenting!" This is the way our neighborhood runs -- our kids have some freedom. We all keep an eye out for them. We like it that way. Or at least most of us do.
My anger toward the neighbor who reported me has waned since last week, when I ranted to one of my friends, "I just want to go over to her house and...and...and spit on her porch." (That's me all over: my wildest revenge fantasies run to reckless acts of public expectoration.) I cannot stop wondering what she was thinking, though. What good did she imagine would come out of this for Joe? Because I tell you true: her decision to report a calm and carefully reasoned mothering choice to CPS has caused more stress to my children, and will leave a more enduring mark on them, than any consequence I would ever impose.
Write the article...
Your voice on this topic is so very needed...
And just so you know, I am still praying and sending positive energy to your entire family :)
Thinking of you all!
Gina :)
Posted by: Gina | August 13, 2008 at 01:00 PM
I spent hours at the creek. And in the fields near my house. A corn field!!! Until when my mother would forbid us the corn field, knowing that the harvest was coming any day.
(and I lived in town. yes, in town. with a creek and a corn field next to my house. that corn field is now a subdivision.)
Where I used to live, I wouldn't let the kids in the yard, let alone the street alone. We lived on a blind curve where cars raced by.
Where we live now, children roam. Even in the street, since there are no sidewalks. But it's just different here. Hard to explain, but it is. If someone stopped my child around here, even at 6, I'd be hard pressed to understand why they felt a need to do so.
no word yet, I assume. Still praying.
Posted by: Tracy | August 13, 2008 at 04:02 PM
We live on a farm by a river and my 4 year old is free - encouraged, pleaded with! – to go outside without me. We are planning to move somewhere less isolated, with neighbors and activity and human contact, and I'm worried about how we're both going to adjust to the restrictions that will be necessitated by a street and strangers walking by.
Posted by: Maria Wood | August 13, 2008 at 11:11 PM
I grew up in a different country, Brazil, where things are thankfully still more relaxed regarding children. Or maybe not (I've been here in the U.S. for 12 years now, so I can hardly state that). I walked to school (no street crossing) and back for a year back when I was 7.5 and lived in a city. Then, of course, my family's circumstances changed when we moved to a boarding academy in a completely rural area. From 8 years old on (my brother 6) we played completely unsupervised in the woods, exploring, climbing trees all the way to the very top (we named the trees, and we each had our "houses" -- favorite branches -- in them), sliding in a dirt ditch, riding our bikes, even riding our bikes in the asphalt road (a steep hill too) that led from where the main campus was to the almost 1 mile away place where the faculty housing was located.
Not only that, but when our cousins came to spend their vacations with us (one cousin 2 years older than me, the other my age, and then some other cousins, all younger than us) we and some friends, a group of almost 10 kids, would take off and walk miles and miles through farmland, crossing a river which had a "bridge" (more like just an access) made of two steel cables, one for feet, one for hand. Climbing a mountain... and then walking all the way back home. No supervision whatsoever. Another time we walked through the green wheat fields... found an abandoned farmstead where we ate sour tangerines...
My childhood was unforgettable, but also very unconventional, due to the location. I wonder if children growing up in the same type of rural location boarding academies in Brazil still have the freedom that we had 25 years ago. Maybe not...
(I've always wanted to write about my childhood -- for children -- maybe someday).
Posted by: Lilian | August 14, 2008 at 08:51 AM