I’m hearing this a lot these days from my little girl.
“I can do it myself!”
It’s a wonderful thing…but it’s also a double-edged sword. I was glad for her to be able to play independently last fall. It was really nice for all of us that she was able to go out in the backyard and play alone or with the boys.
She’s discovered that she can open the gate that goes to the front yard. She thinks she’s big enough to cross the street alone.
Last night, she went out the garage door and tried to cross the street alone. She’s never gotten the garage door open by herself before. She does not know how to look for cars or to wait until they’ve passed. My in-laws live across the street and she wanted to go visit. By herself. Scary, right?
I woke up this morning feeling like absolute shit. By the time the kids got home from school, I was just counting down the minutes until Matt got home so I could crash in my bed. So I was laying on the couch and Olivia was in her sandbox in the backyard. Or so I thought.
Matt came home and brought her in through the front door. Turns out she went through the gate and decided to play in the front. Luckily the boys were out there and Matt arrived just as she was getting to the front.
I guess my days of relaxing while she plays in the backyard are over, huh? I’m really glad for her increasing sense of independence…but it scared me!!! Looks like I’m back on patrol.