Recently, my father had to bring my kids somewhere and I had to make arrangements to get him my extra car seat and booster seat.
“Well, I’ll just put Sam in the car seat and put a seat belt on Michael.” my Dad said.
“No Dad you can’t do that! I think you will like get arrested or something!”
” Uh, he’s as tall as me, it’s fine,” he responded, annoyed with my overly-safe child-rearing. This is a common theme of conversations between my parents and I. I heed advice from various authorities such as my pediatrician, the DMV and the Surgeon General, and my parents basically tell me I’m a loser. This began pretty much as my first one was born and the Dr. told me not to bathe him until his umbilical cord fell off.
“Well, this baby is filthy,” my Mother would say with disgust.
Her best friend also put in her two cents, “Oh yeah, we would bring our babies home from the hospital and put them right in the kitchen sink….And we didn’t use organic baby wash either, we used whatever was by the sink, even if it was Cascade.”
“And I think you and your brother turned out ok,” my Mother would close all of these types of conversations with this.
And we are fine to a certain extent, but thinking back to our days of rolling around in the backseat minus even a seatbelt, in a cloud of cigarette smoke, it does seem a bit unsafe. That being said, we definitely have made some much-needed safety improvements, but a little throwing caution to the wind would probably help our
anxiety levels a bit too.
I called a neighbor that has a son in 3rd grade to confirm that I was right about the booster seat law.
“Oh yeah, we just took him out of the booster last month, I think the guideline is 70 lbs. And 4’9.”
Ok if this is true, basically what that means is that my college roommate, my great grandmother and Kelly Ripa should all be buckled into booster seats when in a moving vehicle.