I have a blog (
www.teamtruckinglife.blogspot.com) and in my most recent post, talk about why a young couple might want to consider team trucking so that they can retire (like MMM) and then start a family.
It got me to thinking about my own upbringing with some bitterness. I was an only child and both of my parents worked. I was shoved into daycare from the age of about 2. I was given a key to the house from about 7 and each day I would walk home from school, let myself into the house and wait a couple of hours for my father to get home from work and an additional 3 hours for my mother. This was the 80's by the way, when I don't think a young child home alone necessarily equated to child endangerment or abuse. I was a stubborn kid and it seemed that my parents took the view that "Karen knows her own mind and what she wants".
Apart from my all-consuming fear of burglars, nothing bad actually physically happened to me in all those years....or so I thought.
One day in my 20's a memory came rushing back to me. I don't remember how or why it did. I was about 8 or so walking home from school with my best friend "Dee". School was only about a 10-minute walk away. We were going to my house to play. At the time, I lived in a townhouse complex off a side street. We were about to cross the street to go into the complex when a car pulled up alongside and a lady said to us "I'm a friend of your mother's. She asked me to pick you up to drive you home."
I was about to politely point out to this lady that, thank you very much, but this was not necessary as we were practically home - see, we lived right there - when Dee fiercely grabbed my arm and started running toward the main, busier street. She then proceeded to yell at me for the next minute or so. I didn't understand - what was the big deal?
Now that I remember this, I know I have Dee to thank for saving my life. Sometimes I try making myself wonder what could have happened if she had not been there with me on that day and how differently my life (assuming I still had one) would have turned out. I never told either of my parents about this. At the time,in my naive mind, it was just a big deal made out of nothing.
I wasn't a stupid kid, nor did I have uncaring parents or a failing school system. And yet, along with (and perhaps exceeding) all of the warnings, I was taught to be respectful and polite to adults. To my 8-year old mind, this lady in the car was an adult and don't all adults know better?
I know it's fruitless and a total waste of time, but I find myself thinking about people like MMM and his family with some envy. I wish all kids could have parents who didn't HAVE to work and could be there to help their children become the self-sufficient individuals they need to be in order to thrive in life.
OK, nightmare down memory lane finished!