Was chatting to my DD (age 6) yesterday and as it's spring/coming into the summer, a bee flew into house and I told her a story of how I remember getting stung by a bee for the first time. She never got stung by a bee.
This got me thinking and almost became a metaphor for how protected children are today. I know it's a good thing of course but play seem much more structured and less physical and altogether less adventurous.
I grew up on a farm, and had a brilliant childhood. Lots of muck, hard work though; carrying buckets of milk and walking in then fields in the rain, picking mushrooms, cut knees from helping out with the hay in the summer.
We live in the city now, my daughter has recently moved schools and has made a few friends, been on a few play dates (which I have to say I detest, all very planned and structured, while I drink coffee with said mother, although nice too, but just no spontaneity and feels very fake) we also recently moved house so don't really know anyone on our road (are renting).
To make it even more unsettling, it that my parents and lots of my sisters and friends live down the country near where I grew up, and I would love to move down to be near, or at least a short drive away. My 3 kids love going down weekend, mucking about with cousins, etc.
Dh keeps saying 'there are no jobs' there but what he really means are 'there are no jobs with a big salary'. We live in a nice, middle class area, but all these means sh** to me if I'm honest. What's the point in being near nice restaurants, etc.
I could buy a much cheaper house near home in the country, but of course my husband might die as it's not near a trendy, posh area near gigs and restaurants we never actually go to.
I feel like my heart not in the way We're living our lives, or not giving the children the best possible childhood. We go to the playground, cinema, shopping centre. All very safe and nice, but all very planned. We buy stuff, pay to watch a movie. The park closes and we got home to watch tv, play a computer game, read a book, and maybe play in our tiny back garden surrounded by noise of traffic and the dog barking next door.
The children are happy but IMO, me and dh don't have the same values and I'm getting more resentful as time goes on. I probably sound like a moan and of course I've tried to be happy and make the best of it, as been in the city for about 10 years. Maybe am not expressing myself well.
Better go as I've to text a mother about a playmate next week. For 2pm on Wednesday:)