Pammy was here today, as planned, and it was fabulous, as expected. (Marin slept SOOOOOOO good last night. I bow to you, Oh Gods of Pink Bubble Gum Medicine.) We made pita pizzas with hummus and tons of veggies for us, and regular cheese pizza for the kiddos. We ate guacamole and black bean dip and baked a cake (the Better than Sex kind, you know with sweetened condensed milk, caramel, and topped with whipped cream and toffee bits). And then Pammy pulled off the drink of all drinks; it was so tastalicious that my mouth waters as I type this. Here’s how:
Pammy’s Lemon/Mint Slushie
Juice of 2 lemons (I don’t have a juicer, she just used her hands)
1/3 to 1/2 cup of honey
5-7 mint leaves
Put in blender, add ice to fill blender and chop her up.
Taste, to make sure it’s not too sour. Add more honey if needed.
Blend some more.
Pour slush into two tall glasses and enjoy.
Seriously, even if you don’t particularly like honey or mint or lemon individually, together this is amazingly refreshing.
Now that you have a yummy drink in your hand, mind if I bother you with one more question? Does any one else out there feel like our generation of parents are held MORE accountable for their kids than ever before. I’m thinking specifically of supervising the children, and how now days we parents are expected to NEVER let them out of our sight, even in our own homes.
When I was growing up, I played outside for the majority of the summer while my mom, and all the other moms, were inside. They fed us, and bandaged us if we needed it, and we had to come home when the street lights came on, but they certainly didn’t watch us while we played. Even my cousins, who are high schoolers now, were allowed- expected even- to go out and play on their own. Back then, if kids got hurt it was because accidents happen and kids get hurt and that’s just how things go.
As a parent today, I feel like magazines, parenting experts, and books all put the pressure on us parents to be there Every Second. I want to protect my kids from harm as much as the next guy, but the pressure to not allow them to get hurt is a little overwhelming. I feel like the attitude that sometimes kids get hurt has disappeared. Kate’s broken arm is a perfect example. Everyone is always asking her/us what happened. Luckily, I can say- truthfully- that it happened at Grandma’s. But their reaction is “Oh, I bet she feels terrible. I guess she’ll be watching them like a hawk now.” And I keep thinking, Um, No, she doesn’t feel terrible because it was not preventable and sometimes shit happens.
For the record, I do allow the kids to play, both inside and out, when I am not right there. Yes, they have gotten hurt, and cut each other’s hair, and colored on things they shouldn’t have. Bad decisions have been made, and consequences have followed, but I feel like it’s GOOD for them. I’m always within earshot, and I check on them regularly. Yet. I feel like if anything serious ever DID happen, I’d be to blame. Does anyone else feel this way? Do you allow your child/children to play unsupervised in your home? In your yard? At what age, if ever, is this ok? (Sure, babies and toddler DO need to be watched like hawks, but what about 4 1/2 year olds?)