Up until Friday night we could officially say that our kids hadn’t had a “real” sleepover.
We just weren’t ready for it. And by “we” I mean my husband and I.
Oh sure, they’ve stayed overnight with relatives here and there but not with friends.
Yes, my boys are 10 and 11 years old. Call me overprotective.
I know first hand that sleepovers can be filled with fun memories. I can still recall many a sleepover with my elementary and middle school pals. (Crank-calling boys, fashion shows, listening to Rick Springfield records, playing “light as a feather, stiff as a board,” gorging on Twinkies… you know, the usual. I realize that I am soooo dating myself here.)
But I also know, from first hand experiences that children can easily end up exposed to things they are not ready to deal with or God forbid, worse.
I’m not normally what you would call a “worst case scenario” kind of mother but I am also not naive. My husband and I are vigilant about keeping our boys as innocent as possible for as long as possible. They’ve not been overly exposed to the doom-and-gloom evening news or sexual and violent media. (I stopped watching the evening news in front of them the first time I was asked, “What is a rape, Momma?”)
Realizing that each family has different standards of raising their children, we’ve not been very open to the whole overnight stay option. As a friend of mine so accurately pointed out, “No matter how well you KNOW someone, you still never really KNOW someone.” Gee, thanks for making me feel better. Ahem.
But Friday night we made the decision to let our youngest son stay over at his best friend’s house.
And of course, everything went smashingly. They built a fort. They watched movies. They got up ridiculously early and played outside.
Good, clean boy fun.
Sigh of relief inserted here.
What I would love to hear is how YOU do it? Am I incredibly overprotective? Scared of nothing? Or am I a normal mom? Do you have fears as well?