My son’s current favourite lament is ‘I’m not a baby,’ usually yelled from the top of the stairs. He has a point, of course, because I know he isn’t a baby (although he’ll always be my baby). But one thing I really really struggle with is giving him independence.
This is something I know about myself, and it’s a daily struggle. I’m not just a Cotton Wool Mum anymore. I’m a 1000-thread count mum. I want to wrap him up and protect him always. Letting my son go out with his friends is Very Very Difficult for me.
It’s not like he doesn’t have a Chaffeur (his dad, or his friends’ dads) either. He rarely has to walk very far. And yet still I can’t shake that awful anxiety I get whenever he says he’s going out (just to the cinema, for goodness’ sake) with his friends.
I’m not sure if there’s a way I can feel less anxious, or if this will carry on right until he goes to university (and beyond). But I’d love to know how much freedom you give your kids.