A Fine Misadventure
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I loved the wooded area behind the house where I lived as a young child. To me it was an almost magical place. There was a cleared trail that ran the length of the trees edging our backyard, and I spent many long afternoons playing there. Sometimes I would imagine that I was Laura Ingalls, living in the Big Woods of Wisconsin; other times I would pretend that I was an adventurer, hiking through the dark and mysterious forest.

Not far back in the wooded area was a creek, its banks steep from years of repeated dredging. My parents warned me never to go down to the creek by myself. I suppose they were worried that I might fall in and be unable to climb out.

One day when I was nine or ten years old, my younger brother, Johnny, and I somehow managed to get lost in the woods bordering our backyard. We had ventured off the little cleared trail while playing a game and had made our way through the trees until we did not know where we were.

We wandered for what seemed like a very long time (but, in actuality, was probably only fifteen minutes or so). Sharp little twigs swiped at our faces and prickly vines scratched at our legs. Finally I saw some light ahead and knew we were coming upon a clearing. We stepped out into the sunlight and found ourselves on the grassy banks of the forbidden creek!

I knew that if we followed the creek in either direction we would eventually come out onto a road. So, Johnny and I turned to the left and continued walking, this time staying close to the edge of the creek. Finally we came out onto a street that connected with our neighborhood, and from there we easily made our way back home.

Today, when I think back to the time when Johnny and I got lost in the woods, I cannot help but imagine my own children in a similar scrape. My daughters, Rebecca and Anna, are still very young, but I know that as they get older, they will no doubt have at least a few close calls. Let’s face it, every kid does.

Of course it is the responsibility of all of us who are parents to make sure that our children do not get into serious trouble. That being said, challenging situations can end up being real learning experiences, and often kids are capable of handling more than we adults give them credit for. After all, what would childhood be without a few fine misadventures?




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Deborah Lee commented on Sunday, Jul 20, 2008 at 18:34 PM

Yes, I know of a couple of families that have children who have 30 year old children still living at home in their bedrooms, watching television, collecting government checks ($900.00 plus medical care)because they will not and can not keep a job. Their parents never let them experience pain, embarrasment, emotional trauma, or anything that was uncomfortable. They have never sweated or have been cold. They are princesses and little princes. I bet we have a whole generation of these kind of people coming on board.

Regulator commented on Monday, Jul 21, 2008 at 12:45 PM

Why the heck is a 30 year old getting a check for being sorry. Why don't somebody kick the parents in the butt for being enablers and then kick the lazy butts out into the real world. THEN kick the tails of the government dudes who allow this crap. Sorry excuses for human beings, all of 'em.

jusmedee commented on Monday, Jul 21, 2008 at 20:52 PM

I question that scenario as well regulator. I was on my own at age 16. My oldest son tried to be that lazy live at home person at the age of 19 and I put him walking, now he has a good job, a wonderful family and a home of his own. I have two teenagers at home. Both of them with psychological disorders. I could have gotten "a check" on them long ago, but I stopped and thought about what it would do to their future. Considered them 'outgrowing' their disability. And now they are 13 and 14 and I am glad I did not get that check now. I wonder about my 14 year old sometimes because he is so withdrawn and has what is called social anxiety. But the 13 year old, he is far from being disabled. He is a little hyper and imaginative but he will do fine. And yea the hardest part of being a mom is letting go, letting them experience pain, embarrasment, and uncomfortable situations,make their own mistakes but that is all part of life, they need to learn. So yea I don't understand why a 30 year old is still at home,unless they are really disabled, there is no need for it. That is called lack of parenting in my book.


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