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Writer’s Workshop – Mom allowed me to do this

I love these weekly prompts by Mama Kat, because most of the time she inspires me to recall my childhood. I think I had a great childhood so I’m always willing to share a memory from here an there.

The Prompts:

1.) Share a 4th of July inspired post.
2.) 10 things you learned in June. (inspired by Chatting At The Sky)
3.) Write a post inspired by the word: strawberries.
4.) Create a How-To post.
5.) Talk about something you were allowed to do as a child that you will not allow your child to do.

5.) Talk about something you were allowed to do as a child that you will not allow your child to do.

I had a pretty secure and well-restricted childhood. My parents had very simple rules on what we, me and my sister, were allowed to and what we couldn’t do. The rules were very sensible and I had to think really hard to some up with something I was allowed to do, but what I would not allow my kids to do. I even called my mom if she’d recall any rules that might be outdated today, but we couldn’t think of any.

After some extremely hard thinking I thought of one thing I was allowed to do, which I think I would not allow my future kids to do.

This story happened when I was thirteen years old. Bon Jovi was one of favorite bands and they were coming over to Finland. I really wanted to go see them and so did my sister. The only problem was the concert venue, which was in another city, and we were pretty young so we should be needing either an escort or a ride.

After days of begging and negotiating with our dad, mom finally said it was OK for me and my sister to get the tickets and actually go. We were ecstatic! In the end our dad drove us the  200 km, left us at the venue and waited for us. He is an amazing dad for waiting hours for us to be done with the concert to drive us back home too, but this was the only way to get our mom to allow us to go.

The concert was awesome even though I didn’t really see much of it. I was only thirteen and kind of short too. We were pretty swamped between a huge crowd of people and I got a lot worried when during Runaway everybody started jumping, I was sure I was going to get stampeded over. And when at some point I lost my sister for a moment I was sure I’d get lost, but I didn’t.

I was raised in a rather sheltered environment and I was more of an insecure thirteen year old. I”m sure there are thirteen year old who could very well take care of themselves in any situation, but I wasn’t one of them. I was shy and vulnerable.I’m not sure if I would allow my thirteen year old child go to big concert event without and adult. I’m really happy my mom did, because there wasn’t anyone older who was willing to go with us.

I would not have allowed myself, or my kids, to go if I had been my mom and I’m a little surprised my mom did, but at the same time I think it’s the best decision she ever made!

Is there anything your parents allowed you to do that you would not allow your kids?

With warm hugs and gentle thuds – Keri



6 thoughts on “Writer’s Workshop – Mom allowed me to do this

  1. I would have to agree. You were probably safer then than a 13-year old would be today. Your parents probably felt better knowing your dad was close.

  2. That was probably a pretty big deal for you and your sister. I agree, I probably would not feel comfortable letting my daughter go alone to a concert when she is 13. Different times, maybe?

  3. I’m very impressed that your parents let you go to the concert with your sister! Wow! My parents let me and a friend go see Kiss when we were 16. It was in the same city, but we were suburban girls and this was downtown. My dad gave us directions to get there, but we were too dumb to reverse ourselves and ended up in an area of town that was a little sketchy. In fact, it was so sketchy that we found out the next day that there had been a murder right around the same time we went through there.

    p.s. I saw Bon Jovi in May. Fantastic show!

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