One afternoon at the roller rink, while chatting with another mom, she excitedly suggested, “We should definitely get our girls together!” as she exchanged contact information with me. In that moment, I knew there was no way I would be dropping my daughter off at her house.
I’ve become known as “that” mom, often labeled as overly cautious. Many argue that I should just let kids be kids. While some may use the term “overprotective” as an insult, I wear it as a badge of honor. I prioritize my children’s safety above all.
Reflecting on my own upbringing, I realize my parents were also quite strict. I wasn’t allowed to attend a sleepover until middle school, and only if my mom had a good rapport with the other parents. The mall or movie outings were reserved for high school, and dating wasn’t permitted until I was a sophomore, accompanied by strict guidelines. Back then, I was furious. Why did my parents have to be so “uncool”? My friends seemed to have all the fun, while I sulked, cranking up my favorite Boyz II Men album and penning my grievances in my diary.
Now, as a parent myself, I understand that my parents’ rules were meant to protect me. They weren’t hovering; rather, they were ensuring I was mature enough to handle various situations wisely, including the ability to seek help when needed.
I still remember the heartache of being denied my first slumber party invite in third grade. I envisioned my friends watching the latest Disney classic while I was stuck at home. But my parents wisely explained that many of my friends had older siblings or parents with questionable partners, making the situation potentially unsafe. They believed in the mantra of being “safe rather than sorry.”
Now that I have a tween daughter, I often find myself in similar situations. One Friday night, she asked if a friend could come over. I contacted the girl’s mother through social media, and to my surprise, she agreed. I envisioned a cozy evening where we would chat over a glass of wine while the girls entertained themselves.
When the girls arrived, the mom introduced herself, exchanged pleasantries, and then casually mentioned she was off to dinner with her fiancé, leaving her daughter with me for two hours. I was taken aback. She hadn’t even set foot inside my home or inquired about our household’s safety measures. Did we have any firearms? What activities would the girls engage in? Were there any snacks I needed to consider for allergies? All we had were first names and phone numbers.
I was shocked, not because I had a vivid imagination of worst-case scenarios, but because she was entrusting her child to someone she barely knew. I can only assume that the cellphone she left with her daughter provided her enough reassurance.
The girls played contentedly until the mom returned. After a brief chat at the door, she suggested a playdate at her place. I hesitated, unsure of how to convey, “There’s no way I’m dropping my tween off with strangers,” without offending her.
My concerns for my daughter’s safety are genuine. I worry about the influence of her friend’s four older siblings and what they might expose her to. I think about the potential hazards in their home, including the possibility of drugs or unsafe situations. It’s a reality that children face today.
I believe it’s essential to be cautious in this world filled with real threats. My primary role as a parent is to safeguard my child’s well-being. To strike a balance, I propose meeting other parents and children in public spaces, like parks or skating rinks, where we can get to know one another before considering a home visit. If I feel comfortable, I’d be open to visiting their home while we share coffee and conversation. But I will never simply drop my daughter off after a brief exchange.
Building trust takes time, and I want my children to understand the importance of being cautious and listening to their instincts, even if it makes me seem unpopular. I would rather they experience momentary frustration with me than face the lasting trauma of preventable mishaps.
I know I won’t always make perfect decisions, and I may sometimes come off as overly protective. But I’m perfectly fine with that, knowing I’m prioritizing their safety.
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