Always stick to your gut instincts. Yesterday my eight year old daughter Jasmine begged & begged to have a play date with a new friend she met in school this year. I have not had a chance to meet many of her friends yet this year or their parents so I was hesitant. We have a constant parade of friends at our house on a daily basis, which generally suits me just fine, but since my husband was a little wary of it this week I relented and told my daughter she could go to this new friends house if her dad accompanied her & could meet her mom. We only allow our kids to play somewhere else if there is going to be adult supervision-seems reasonable doesn't it? After all a parents worst fear is having something bad happen to your child when they are out of your care. (Okay I'll admit I have a long list of worst fears when it comes to my kids-but this is definitely one of them.) Well to make a long story short-my husband gets a call less than an hour later from our crying daughter saying she had been attacked by her friends very big mean dog. I wind up getting the dreaded call at work that Jasmine was in the hospital and needed stitches. Of course all I can hear is my crying daughter in the background and I lost it. Well six stitches later, and a very frustrating call with her friends mother, and I think I no longer need to explain to my kids why I prefer they play at home or with friends whose parents we know VERY WELL. I would much rather feed the neighborhood, clean up the mess, and listen to loud music I sometimes don't understand-then to ever get a call to meet my child in a hospital room. I realize accidents happen & kids will get into all kinds of scrapes but at least at home I know what kind of supervision my kids will have. Jasmine stayed home today recovering-she is sore & bruised up, and is more than happy to play in her own backyard for awhile.
Always stick to your gut instincts. Yesterday my eight year old daughter Jasmine begged & begged to have a play date with a new friend she met in school this year. I have not had a chance to meet many of her friends yet this year or their parents so I was hesitant. We have a constant parade of friends at our house on a daily basis, which generally suits me just fine, but since my husband was a little wary of it this week I relented and told my daughter she could go to this new friends house if her dad accompanied her & could meet her mom. We only allow our kids to play somewhere else if there is going to be adult supervision-seems reasonable doesn't it? After all a parents worst fear is having something bad happen to your child when they are out of your care. (Okay I'll admit I have a long list of worst fears when it comes to my kids-but this is definitely one of them.) Well to make a long story short-my husband gets a call less than an hour later from our crying daughter saying she had been attacked by her friends very big mean dog. I wind up getting the dreaded call at work that Jasmine was in the hospital and needed stitches. Of course all I can hear is my crying daughter in the background and I lost it. Well six stitches later, and a very frustrating call with her friends mother, and I think I no longer need to explain to my kids why I prefer they play at home or with friends whose parents we know VERY WELL. I would much rather feed the neighborhood, clean up the mess, and listen to loud music I sometimes don't understand-then to ever get a call to meet my child in a hospital room. I realize accidents happen & kids will get into all kinds of scrapes but at least at home I know what kind of supervision my kids will have. Jasmine stayed home today recovering-she is sore & bruised up, and is more than happy to play in her own backyard for awhile.
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