How many containers of hand sanitizer so you have in your house? Go ahead and look … I can wait …
One of the moms at my son Jake’s baseball game asked me that question. I didn’t have to take a few minutes to mentally walk through all the rooms in my house. It only took me a second to say back to her “None. I never buy the stuff.”
She looked at me with a funny look which I took to mean “remind me to keep my son away from your germ-filled kid.” I tried to change my answer but I couldn’t get a word in with all the other moms. They chimed in with numbers ranging from ‘one in every room’ to ‘can I include the one in my purse?’
Honestly, it’s not that I don’t care about germs and I certainly don’t want anyone in my house to get sick. As a matter of fact, I rarely get sick even with all the kid germs that the baseball mom probably thinks are setting up camp in my house. Occasionally, I have allergy problems but it’s nothing that a little Claritin and Benadryl can’t fix.
And the 5 second rule? In our house we don’t subscribe to that kind of nonsense. When it comes to dropping food on the floor, we have more of a “you better pick that up before the dog eats it” rule.
I come from a 70’s world where we played on steel monkey bars over a concrete foundation, drank from the garden hose and lived to tell about it. I totally get that we live in a different time than when we were kids. I know it’s not always safe to go outside at night and ride your bike around the neighborhood on a summer night. When the sun goes down, my son comes in the house.
I fondly remember those simple days and while I’m glad we no longer have concrete under the monkey bars at the playground, I do miss some of these things from my childhood.