I am a worrier. I worry to my bones about anything and everything. I worry so much that I even grind my teeth at night in my sleep, much to Mr B’s annoyance. To be fair to him though it must sound HORRIFIC. Almost as horrific I imagine as the speech-intolerant jaw-ache I am left with for the first two hours of the morning.
“Tea?” “Yeshh pweerz.”
Now that the boy is on the move my worry, no my downright terror levels have hit a new high. I vaguely remember having a whinge on here at some point at how long it took him to learn to crawl. What was I thinking? Those days were bliss.
Now that he is walking and talking a plenty, scaling small buildings, clambering over fences, chatting to strangers in the street, saving the world, my tooth enamel is taking a beating. Seriously by the time he hits his teens I may well be a toothless wonder.
I don’t want him to be a worrier though. And given that he is showing every sign of being a total bad-ass I really don’t want to ruin it. Mr B and I studiously smile at him when he falls down or bumps his head. He generally dusts himself off and has another go at whatever particular death-defying stunt he was trying to master.
So, in my efforts not to be overly protective I recently was hit by a teeny dilemma.
You see the boy also LOVES books. ( I know…a BAD-ASS NERD! TOO brilliant!). His current favoutite is ‘Chicken Licken’. This was also a favourite of mine as a child. We have been reading it most nights for the last few weeks. For those of you that haven’t had the pleasure it goes like this…but with pictures…and better words…
- Chicken Licken gets hit on the head by an acorn.
- He thinks the sky is falling down so hurries off to tell the King.
- He is joined on the way by lots of friends…Turkey Lurkey, Lovey Dovey, Funny Bunny etc.
- A hungry fox dresses up as the King to try and lure them into his den.
- They realise just in the nick of time and escape.
” IT’S FOXY LOXY!! Quick as a flash, Henny Penny, Funny Bunny and Lovey Dovey slammed the door and locked it tight. So Chicken Licken and his friends were safe!”
Only last week I was back visiting the folks and just happened to come across MY old copy of Chicken Licken. It has a somewhat different outcome…
” Foxy Loxy led them straight into his den, where his wife and their little foxes were waiting for their dinners. Then the foxes ate Chicken Licken, Henny Penny, Cocky Locky, Ducky Lucky, Drakey Lakey, Goosey Loosey and Turkey Lurkey for their dinners. So Chicken Licken never found the King to tell him that he thought the sky was falling down.”
Ah! Right then.
Given his current love for these farmyard folks did I dare give my version a spin? DID I?
Too bloody right I did.
He didn’t bat an eyelid.
So what do you think? Do we shelter our kids from the realities of life too much these days? Is it really in their best interests? I would love to hear your thoughts.
(There is also one extra character in my version who is notabley absent from the Boy’s. Can you guess which one? Mahaha.)