I have always tried to be the best parent I can. I have tried to keep the kids safe while giving them just enough rope. I try everyday and sometimes I feel like I may have missed the mark.
That was until I watched home videos of myself growing-up...
For as long as I remember my parents have talked about organizing the old audio-free home movies onto a video tape. A few weeks ago I finally rounded-up the reels and had them transferred onto a DVD.
1975 through 1987. Most of my childhood. All viewed in 45 minutes.
Disclaimer: I love you Mummy and Dad. Please don't threaten to write me out of the will.
The DVD started from minute one with me as an infant being fed beer.
Everyone around me, inside and out, was smoking.
This little Gruppie was fed cake and ice cream at six months old.
My father was shown holding me upside down and swinging me back and forth. I was under one and supposedly this was a favorite game of mine.
I was just starting to crawl and my family gave me plastic bags to play with.
...and this is just what was caught on the brief home movie! What could I have possibly blocked out?! Dancing on glass? Lion feeding for toddlers? Lawnmower repair?
So I grew to a normal height, have a normal IQ, all of my limbs are firmly attached. I made it out of childhood OK.
Next time I freak out because the kids are eating conventional strawberries, worry that their brains won't develop if they quit playing the violin or spaz as they ride their scooters without helmets, I need to take a step back and give them a longer leash.
If I made it through without a mental or physical scratch (I think) my kids should be better than fine.
*Hello to Michelle over at This is Metrowest. You and your sister came to my fourth birthday party! Pointed hat and all. Who would have thunk that we would both grow-up to be brilliant bloggers? (wink wink)