@Supacase – statistically speaking, the world is LESS dangerous than it was when we were kids.
And @Marina, again, the head in the sand bucket would fall in the same category as falling on a sharp rock. What hazards actually exist, not which ones can you imagine.
Our culture does a lousy job of emphasizing the right dangers…the top stories on the news are all things that by and large don’t happen to random citizens. If there’s a shooting, you’re going to hear about it. You’re NOT going to hear about the victim slept with the murderer’s wife the night before….not until after the story is off the front page and no longer the top story on the evening news. Most violent crime, and I mean the VAST majority is committed not at random, but by people who know the victim. I’m not saying you should take a risk, I’m saying you should understand what the risks are.
After all, one could make the case that they’re not putting their child at even a one millionth of one percent risk, but that ignores the household dangers. A person could keep her daughter indoors, have her in a playpen and have to answer the door, to come back less than a minute later, to find her daughter out of the playpen, with a bottle of Pine Sol open and to her lips.
There was recently a case of a NYC woman who let her 9 year old ride the subway home, because he’d been riding the subway his whole life, he’d trained for it, he was ready, he knew he was ready, he knew how to keep himself from stranger danger, and his parents trusted him. Not only did he make it home just fine, but if you were to add up the %age chance that something would have happened to him…add up the %age chance of him being abducted, the chances of being hurt in a commuter crash…basically anything you can imagine could have happened to him while he was without his parents, if you had added up ALL those percentages, it would have been a very, very, very small percentage chance of anything happening to him. And many parents called this woman “the WORST Mom in America”. But they don’t look at the other side of the coin. Add up the %age chance of him being hurt or abducted while WITH his parents, the chance of him being in a car crash while riding home with his parents and the chance of him getting hurt at home in the 20 additional minutes he would have had at home vs. the time he spent on the subway, and the chances of him getting hurt or killed were FAR greater if he had gone home WITH HIS PARENTS. Just the difference between the safety of automobiles vs the safety of mass transit alone makes that comparison a no brainer.
But people don’t think in those terms, they think of the what ifs, even if he what ifs aren’t realistic. I say worrying about unrealistic what ifs is FAR more harmful to a child in the long run.
Why? I use myself as an example. My mother was overprotective. She scared me away from even considering playing sports, she didn’t want me to get hurt. Well guess what? I never did get a football injury, never tore a ligament, never broke a bone, yay, it worked…right? Well yes, and NO. You see, because I was afraid of physical activity, I pretty much watched TV and played video games. I became overweight. By the time the high school coaches started trying to get me to try out for their teams, physical exertion was too difficult. I’ve gotten more and more sedentary, because I get more and more heavy…the heavier I get, the harder it is to engage in physical activity, the harder it is, the less I do, the less I do the fatter I get, the fatter I get, the harder it is to engage in physical activity. So at age 33 I was diagnosed with Type II diabetes. I’m at severely increased risk from dying young of a heart attack or stroke….I have to take meds for blood sugar, blood pressure and cholesterol. The drugs actually cause me to put on more weight, making me less active. It’s a vicious cycle which could leave me missing limbs, or dead 30 or 40 years too soon. But hey, I never tore a ligament or broke a bone. My mom kept me safe from the what ifs, all but the what if that caught up to me.
Again, you have to consider that some really awful things do happen in this world. But how often to they happen? What is the real risk. Far too few people fear the appropriate things in the appropriate amounts. Am I worried that my 7 year old could be abudcted…it’s possible. Do I stay up nights worrying that it’s going to happen? No….because it’s not likely. He’s not a target, I’m not a target. He knows about stranger danger. I can trust him to go outside by himself for a few minutes in our front yard with no fence facing a busy street, because I know he knows about traffic, I know he won’t just up and talk to strangers and I know he’ll run into the house, screaming his head off is something ain’t right about a situation. I also know that there’s nothing he could impale himself on, there are no dangerous animals, we don’t have roving gangs of pedophiles and serial killers roaming the streets, and I’m more worried about the possibility of him getting hurt at school where people are watching him like a hawk than I am about him getting hurt if I take my eyes off him for a few minutes here and there. I know what the real risks are, I know what the what ifs are, and I fear everything in proportion to the likelihood of it happening.