My sister and I will tell you that one of the saddest parts of our early childhood was being in bed at 8:00 p.m. in the summer when it was still light out and we could hear the joyful voices of other children outside. I try not to base my parenting decisions only on doing the opposite of the things I didn't like that my parents did. However, when it's 9:00 p.m on a summer night, the weather is mild, and my children are running around the block in their bare feet with all the other neighborhood kids, I feel a strange sense of victory.
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I hear ya! I remember the same thing - the injustice of going to bed when it was still light out. Gabe makes the same argument, but for me, he still has to go to bed. Daycare/preschool means he still has to get up in the morning. He adores "home days" (but is still up early.)
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