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The prompt for this week is playtime. That's right - playtime. When you were a toddler how and where did you play? Did your mom put you in a playpen? Outside in a fenced-in yard? Did she take you to the local park and sit and watch you play? What do you remember of your toddler days?
My friends are horrified when I tell them what my mom did. But I honestly don't think it was a bad method for her to be sure I was safe! When I was little (before the age of 5 or 6) she tied a rope around my waist and attached the other end to a cinder block, then put me out in our front yard.
Our front yard was mostly dirt and weeds but I didn't mind. I had one toy - an old tin truck that belonged to my brothers - and I loved making roads and "mountains" for that truck to drive on.
Since my mother wasn't about to come out and watch me play, or take me to the nearby park, the cinder block and rope method worked to keep me safe. I couldn't get out on the road and I couldn't wander off. Problem solved! I'm pretty sure nowadays if we saw a young child tied to a cinder block in a weed-filled yard we'd call Children's Aid. But honestly I don't think it was a terrible thing for her to do!
I know she put a playpen in the yard and put me in it when I was much younger but I don't have a memory of that. I've seen pictures and that's how I know that was her way of keeping me safe at a really young age. No one seems to use playpens anymore but I personally think they're pretty handy at times!
I confess that when my youngest son was 2 years old, we stayed at a cottage on an island on Georgian Bay. To keep him safe outside I tied a rope to a harness which he wore. The loose end was fastened to a large rock which he was not strong enough to move.
I sat with him of course, he was never left outside alone, but the rope and harness gave him freedom that wasn't possible otherwise. I would have been too worried that he'd slip and fall into the Bay otherwise, and wearing a life jacket would have been very uncomfortable for him.
So I'm not traumatized by my rope wearing toddler days. What are your memories of toddler playtime?