You already know that I let the kids stomp in the puddles and play outside alone...
So. It was sunny, warm, and semi-dry this week - so the playground it was!
I have some playground philosophies that continue to develop - but really I only have ONE playground rule.
My Playground Rule:
If you can't do something, you're probably not ready for it.
When you are ready you will be able to do it.
I had this philosophy from when D was a baby. Sure I did the obligatory slide him down the slide, but once he could walk, he was on his own to explore the playground.
Have they fallen? Absolutely.
I guess I value the getting back up part.
It's why I don't lift my kids up ladders to the top of the slide.
Why I won't hold them across the monkey bars.
It's why I don't climb their legs up a rope.
It's not that I don't care, or am too busy gossiping (I mean I am gossiping - but it's not why I don't do those things).
I want my kids to do things when they are ready.
- I think it's safer.
- I think it is more satisfying for my children to know they can do something on their own.
- I trust that my kids know their limits.
- They have plenty of fun no matter what they can and cannot do this instant at the playground.
- Their limits and talents are NOT the same as other kids and that's ok. Just because someone else is ready to climb the ladder doesn't mean they are.
- I like to watch them problem solve and work things out.
- I know they can solve <most of> their own disagreements.
For my kids, I guess I just don't think that lifting kids up is 'helping' them.
I think it is telling them, 'I know you can't do this on your own' 'let me do this for you.'
So with that said, I am sure you can speculate how I feel about other moms 'helping' my kids at the playground.
I don't blame them, I'm certainly not angry, I know their heart is in the right place (and what the heck must they think of me!? haha - she won't get off her bum and lift her own kid up the slide) - really - I hadn't thought about it until today when I watched someone lift my son up something he was trying desperately to climb on his own.
I just wished they saw the pride in my son's eyes when he CAN do something for the first time (look below and you can see it too!).
Last week when we went to the playground for the first time since last year, D climbed up the 'rocks' by himself. He was so proud of himself. He shouted from the top "I did it" "Mom look at me!"
It told me that last year when I decided not to 'help' it was worth it.