A few months ago, I was driving home from work when I saw a man doubling his school-age son on a pushbike, at dusk, with no headlights and no helmets. The boy was perched up front, legs swung over the handlebars. I arrived home and told my husband about the “f***ing idiot dad” I’d seen.
But I’ve since reflected on that day, because I can recall the look of sheer bliss on the young boy’s face. Maybe, just maybe, our kids need more risk-taking, not less?
On Saturday I opened The Sydney Morning Herald to be greeted by the headline: ‘Teenagers more anxious and depressed.’ According to the report, based on recent research, girls are particularly vulnerable, with increasing numbers seeking psychiatric help.