There's a generation of hovering, obsessively protective parents out there, and our the culture is breeding more. That's the premise of Beth Hawkins' giant article in Minn/St Paul's City Pages:
We fear school buses, babysitters, and sometimes even Grandma and Grandpa, who may not know any better than to let the baby cry a little on her way to sleep. We're scared adversity will scar our kids or, conversely, that they'll be bored--a condition that, left untreated, might turn them into school shooters.Hah, chumps. Can't pin any of this on us. We are SO beyond all that overprotective crap. Our kid is gonna be so indep--"There are parents who only allow wooden toys, organic food, and incandescent lighting."
But we also fear their independence. We're up there in the climber because we can't afford to miss a minute of face time, you see. We believe our physical presence is the linchpin to the children's emotional well-being and, although we never say so out loud, we want it that way--because it's central to our well-being. We're scared the kids will grow up to resent the fact that Mommy works, or--the biggest golem on the list--they just plain won't like us. And in an age of high divorce rates and transient communities, kids who don't like us suggest the possibility that we might really end up alone.
STOP, I CONFESS! IT'S TRUE, I'M A BAD PARENT!!! At least it's not my fault. Or yours. Turns out the Industrial Revolution is to blame. All we need is to undo the last 200 years of technological evolution and return to a rural agrarian economy. So what if the Unabomber said the same thing? After all, he DID get into Harvard.
Protecting kids to death, Safe Child Syndrome [citypages.com, via DT reader and now-worried dad-to-be, Gregg]