It was a glorious day yesterday. We came home from school, and before long, I had a menagerie of neighbourhood children in the garden. It was a technicolour explosion with all the different coloured school uniforms and I sat in the dining room working whilst listening to children from the age of 3-11 play at building dens and "potion" making. I smiled to myself as it reminded me of my childhood. Carefree and happy, with squeals of delight.
A squabble soon broke out, but rather than rush outside to settle it for the children, I let them deal with it themselves, and in no time at all, peace was restored.
The peace was soon broken by BoBo screaming at the top of his voice
"Mum, MUM come quickly it is an emergency" so I raced outside to see what the problem was.
This is what I was faced with:
Whilst building a camp, my darling boy had decided to climb on the roof of the shed for a lookout. This was the "emergency" as he was now stuck. He said he couldn't get down and wanted me to carry him off the roof.
I assessed the situation, he wasn't in any danger and so I said that as he had got himself up there, he needed to work out how to get down and that I wasn't going to help him (although I stood close by and quietly observed). This is what happened:
|Calling for help and guiding down = team work|
When I told HAW this he was gobsmacked. He wanted to know why I hadn't helped him and that I was being out of order. My reasoning for this was that Beansey had obviously assessed the risk factor in climbing up there and so needed to figure out the situation and risk factor in getting down.
He did it, he got down safely but more importantly, he assessed the situation and came up with a solution. He was so proud of himself for doing so and I really do believe he learnt a lesson yesterday.
So, do you agree with me? Should our kids learn to take risks or you with HAW and think I was out of order.
Would LOVE to know what you think!
Peace and Love