Pickup truck guard stand

Apr 18, 2010 09:26

Liz is across the street, playing outside with Kayla, Jayden, and some blond boy who I've seen around. I am sitting on the toolbox in the back of the truck, watching.

I don't want Liz to be alone if there's a problem. At the same time, I don't want to hover or interfere. So the truck is a good middle ground. I want to be close, but not too close. I can see myself spending a lot of time out here.

Now that I have a kid, not a baby, things are getting more complex. I have to guess how much supervision she needs, how much help I should give her, and how much time she should spend learning and playing on her own. I have no idea.

If anything, I tend to overcompensate. I'm a closet helicopter parent. I don't want Liz to go without. I don't want her to feel like she's being pawned off (kids can tell). I want to always have enough money; I'm going to use the figure "enough to pay for glasses, a car repair, and a broken bone after being out of work for a month" in my negotations with the con.

I hope I can pull this off. More immediately, though, I hope I can watch Liz play without goading the big kids into interacting with her a little more.
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