A couple of recent conversations on Facebook got me thinking again about my experience with being reported to Child Protective Services (in MA it's called DCF - Department of Children and Families), which I realize I never posted about publicly at the time (spring of 2010). It was not a fun time.
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I know I have gotten so much passive-aggressive guff from other parents about my supposed cavalier attitude about Stuart's safety (when he was younger, letting him be across the playground from me--now it's for stuff like *considering* letting him walk alone to a friend's house that is 10 houses down from ours on the same street). Stuart knows how to use the phone, and I leave him alone in the house while I walk the dog, and he calls my cell if he needs me, but I still feel wary about admitting that? We live in weird-ass times, friend--a universe where encouraging independence is treated by some as a form of neglect, not encouraging growth.
ETA: That's a very old (but cute) picture of him. :-D
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