When Does It Stop?

Did you ever have that oh my god moment when you can hear what you sound like and can’t believe it’s you. I did and I laughed to the point where I wet myself. My youngest son was taking the mick out of me and asked me could he walk to the shops? He piped up with “let me guess, a 14-year-old boy drowned in the sea, the boy who got killed off the electric scooter, the boy who stepped out onto the road, fell, hit his head and died,” you get the gist. He only asked me can he walk to the shops! He is 15!!!!!

In that nano second it takes him to ask I have already calculated all the disasters that could happen, every way in which he could possibly get hurt and don’t get me started on my older teen who is learning to drive. Mrs Bucket would be in the hap penny place! Hand firmly gripped on the Jesus handle I start “Mind the cow in the field over there, your too close to the car in front (what car?), mind the ditch, watch for people on the path in case they cross the road” all of this while driving out of our housing estate.

I look at my kids and see disaster for some reason! Every night I checked on them while they were sleeping to see if they were still breathing, obviously that was when they were a lot younger (ah, maybe I still peek). When does the crazy stop? At what point do you close your eyes and say off you go?

Social media has created a generation of parents that now know exactly what can happen as its happening. It begs the question was a little ignorance a blessing?