My little one is only 5 so I haven't come up against this yet but I often how I am going to deal with it, when the time comes, in our ever changing world.
I am a great believer in forging independence in your child, they learn accountability and become a more confident adult with the ability to deal with life. My mum has a friend who she came over from Ireland with in the 60's, a couple of years ago her son who was 16 was put on work experience at a police station in East London but they lived in North London. This woman took him on the train every morning and met him in the evening?? IMO this was ridiculous although naturally I understand where her fear was born out of. However if you don't start letting them go early, you have to take giant steps later.
I have incredible respect for my mother, she ruled with an iron rod and you never dared cross her but she gave my brothers and me a monumental amount of freedom. From the age of 6 I, with a group of friend walked to school and back which was over half hours walk with one main road - although there was a lollipop lady. I could go out to play and take off to the park or on my bike to friends houses, so long as she knew where I was and I returned at the agreed time.
When I was 11 years old, I had only just started secondary school and my parents business took them to the opposite end of London. The thought of changing schools when I had just settled in and there were other implications I will not go into now, terrified me. I managed to persuade my parents to let me stay at my school and for 7 years I did a 4 hour round trip every day from one end of the tube map to the other. I left the house around 7am and would get home around 5-5.30pm.
It was 1985 when I started that journey and the world was a different place but certainly not a safe place. I never gave a lot of thought to the freedom I had, just took it for granted as being the norm. By the age of 14 I knew my way around the West End and all its back streets as good as a London taxi driver, London was my home and I knew it inside out. I was always grateful to my parents for letting me stay at the school I wanted to be at and it compelled me to work extra hard and apply myself to my studies as a way of showing them that I was not just playing around and wasting the fortune they paid out on train fares.
I want my son to have that sense of independence and the maturity to appreciate what he is given and behave responsibly. Will I have the courage my mother had though? I'm sure someone here will think she was plain irresponsible not corageous at all but if you met my mum, irresponsible is never a word you would use to describe her.