Growing up, I was outside nearly constantly. My memories of childhood are full of bike rides, sword fights, hide and seek in the dark, mulberry trees, camping, frogs and bugs, snow forts, swimming, and lots of made up games and stories. I don’t think I, and my brother or friends, had much supervision while we played outside. If we did, I didn’t notice. We knew the rules, we knew what wasn’t acceptable even if it wasn’t explicitly stated every time. I remember coming inside after a summer’s day playing in the yard to wash the dirt and grass and smooshed mulberries off my feet before bed.
I want that freedom for Wallace. I want him to know he can play, invent, create, get messy without me standing over his shoulder. At two, he still needs a lot of supervision but I try to keep myself at a distance. I let him run around the back yard, get out of my sight at the playground, and he definitely gets dirty.
I’d love to hear how others remember their childhoods and how they let their kids play how they want and need to!