I was travelling interstate a couple of weeks back and rang home to speak to Max and our nine-year-old twins. “The boys aren’t here,” said Max, “they’re playing tennis up at the courts with some mates.”
What the? I’m away for two days and my babies are wandering out in the wicked world alone?!
Guess what? They were fine. In fact, better than fine: I think they actually blossomed that week I was away, because their dad showed enough confidence in them to loosen the reins. It’s a conundrum, though, isn’t it?
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