So “Little Ricky” just turned 10. He’s been on this Earth for an entire decade. It’s seriously amazing how fast time flies!
Every time my kids turn a new age, it leads to me think of what I was doing at that same age.
When I was 10, I was in 4th grade just like him. When I was 10, I was babysitting the neighbor kids and making $10 an hour. When I was 10, I had my first “real” boyfriend who bought me a fake necklace and handed it to me in the hallway when we were waiting for the bathroom. When I was 10, I would talk on the phone to my friends all the time. When I was 10, I was riding my bike a few blocks over and hanging out at friends’ houses until it got dark.
I honestly wouldn’t dream of letting my kids do half of what I did then. They just seem so….young.
Since my husband works out of town most of the time, there are MANY times that I would LOVE to leave them at home while I run to the store, but I don’t because they are too young.
I hear “Little Ricky” talk about cute girls in his class that he likes, and I think he can’t think she’s cute, he’s too young.
I wouldn’t even leave him home with his 8 year old brother, let alone a baby from down the street.
What has happened between the time I was 10 and now that my own kid is 10? Why did my mom trust me? Was is out of need or was I just more mature? I can’t believe that I was more mature…no way!
So the question is….HOW OLD IS OLD ENOUGH?