For every parent, there comes a time when it feels right to let their child make their own way in life. I have definitely not reached this stage. My older boys are now 11 and nine and longing to walk to school together but I’m not ready to sign the permission form. Their school is a 45-minute walk away across South London. What about the road crossings? What if they get mugged?
By taking them to school myself in an electric cargo bike, they don’t need a phone and I don’t spend the afternoon worrying about them. I’m similarly risk-averse with their younger siblings, ages eight, three and one. With five children to keep tabs on, it’s easier on my nerves – I just want to know that they’re safe.
Besides, helicopter parenting is the norm among my friends. We’ve heard stories of local children having their phones taken as they walk home alone across the common and we regularly receive Whatsapp messages warning us of strange men lurking around playgrounds.
Parenting anxiety is a hot topic at the moment: it’s the reason we hand out smartphones to preteens (my son is one of only 17 percent of 11-year-olds not to have one). But experts such as clinical psychologist Linda Blair believe it’s linked to mental-health issues amongst young people. “Overprotectiveness can leave children feeling incompetent and low in self-esteem,” Blair says. “You have to let go of their hand. Do it gently and carefully, but do it.”
There is good evidence to suggest children who grow up free to roam enjoy good mental health. Studies suggest the happiest children are in Scandinavia, where children as young as six cycle to school and walk to their friends’ houses on their own. Under 12s in Iceland have an official summer curfew of 10pm, while 13 to 16-year-olds are allowed out until midnight.
Helen Russell, author of a new parenting book, How to Raise a Viking: the secrets of parenting the world’s happiness children, points out freedom with responsibility is a guiding principle for parenting throughout the Nordic countries. Raising her family in Denmark, she discovered independence is encouraged from year dot: babies are left to nap outside in their buggies even in minus temperatures and from six months, they sit at the dining table in a Tripp Trapp chair without any straps. “A child that objects to sitting does not become calmer by a harness,” one of her Viking friends pointed out.
The further I get through her memoir, the more intrigued I am. Scandinavians don’t waste time worrying about attachment parenting and believe children need to be social from the start; while encouraging them to get out into the world and take risks might increase their chances of dying in the short term, in the long term it’ll increase their chance of survival. When Russell’s daughter ended up in hospital with a cut head (an injury sustained on an Ikea table no less) she was consoled by a friend who told her that you have to let your children take risks “otherwise you really are doing it wrong”.
In Scandinavia, parenting is not about policing so much as building grit or as the Icelanders call it, sisu. This simply won’t happen if we insist on curling – their word for helicopter parenting, as in smoothing the way in front of your child with a broom like in the Scottish sport. “Children, just like adults, experience a thrill from taking risks and studies show that natural risk seekers who are deprived of positive thrills during childhood are more inclined to seek them out via negative experiences in adolescence and adulthood,” Russell says.
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I don’t have to throw my big children straight out the door and hope they get to school safely on their own, she says, but I could actively support and encourage their independence. This is what the Danes do: they give their young children coats with easy buttons, they put their possessions in drawers where they can reach them, and they let them pour their own milk at breakfast even if they spill it everywhere the first couple of times.
“It’s about getting them used to being responsible for themselves and raising their tolerance for discomfort,” she says. “If you’re not ready to let them walk on their own, walk with them and they’ll get used to the hardship of having a long walk twice a day whatever the weather.” Psychologists call it “exposure therapy” – exposing us to the things we’re afraid of in incremental steps until we realise we can manage it.
Russell calls it developing mastery. “It’s that singular sensation that makes you feel as though you can take on the world,” she says. As someone who drops off their forgotten items at school on an almost daily basis, letting them run free isn’t going to be easy but in the name of happy children and sisu, I’m going to give it a go.
A week of parenting like a Viking
It seems a bit mean to start my risky parenting with my one-year-old but given how much Isadora loathes her highchair, going strap-free seems an easy first step. “Adults do not use a harness when sitting in chairs. So why strap a child into a seat?”, one of Russell’s Viking mentors logically points out.
To her delight, at breakfast, I sit her on one of our normal dining chairs at breakfast but I daren’t leave her: she’s tiny; if she arches her back, which she often does when she wants to get down, she’ll slide under the table and land on the floor.
Later that morning, I experiment again, this time on a soft bench in a local café, squidging her between me and her three-year-old brother. Again she is delighted, so much so that she sits still for three quarters of the time it takes me to drink a coffee. According to Russell, Scandinavians are happy to be led by their children in this way: why shouldn’t a small child get down from the table when they please?
Afterwards, I let Edgar climb into the cargo bike on his own, even though this takes ages and involves several moments of jeopardy. In Scandinavia there are no “terrible twos” or “threenagers”; preschoolers are celebrated for their determination and I try to do the same with Edgar, appreciating his dogged attempts to do things for himself.
To prove how supportive I am of his determination, I take a break from work to go tree climbing with him and Isadora after nursery. At first, he’s reluctant to follow me into the den the older boys have made in a border, claiming it’s too dark and wet but before long he is climbing up through the thicket.
He climbs higher and further away from me, as I tell myself that the ground is soft. “Be careful,” I say as he climbs even higher. “I am being careful, Mummy,” he replies. And then of course he slips. He manages to grab onto a branch but he’s grazed his knee and one of his shoes is now stuck between two branches.
“My leg! It’s twisted!” he yells. The yelling intensifies and I start envisaging a trip to the fracture clinic. “Help me, Mummy!” I abandon Isadora on the ground and squeeze up through the branches myself, cursing risky parenting. I carefully dislodge his foot and then I coach him down, as Isadora wails for me to pick her up.
I’m ready for lunch by this stage but to my surprise, Edgar wipes away his tears and says he wants to climb up again, which suggests there might be some truth in the Nordic theory that a child who has never climbed a tree is more likely to be scared of heights than a child who has broken their leg falling out of a tree. Maybe it’s time for me to stop holding him back?
Buoyed by my early Viking parenting wins, I decide to give all four boys a chance for some “risky play” the following afternoon, stopping on the common on the way back from school. Edgar tests my grit by wandering off to the bandstand, a hundred or so metres away, to gaze at the flowers left there for Sarah Everard. I watch from afar, trying to unlearn everything I read about attachment parenting, and then my blood freezes as an unfamiliar man approaches him and begins to walk closely behind.
I try to convince myself I’m being paranoid, but no, he’s definitely following him. Sod taking risks, I’m there in a flash, standing between my son and the stranger, who is smiling into the middle distance and repeating under his breath, “you don’t see this very often.” I wonder what he means – you don’t often see a lone child? – but I don’t stop to ask him.
He’s probably harmless but he’s proved to me something Russell said during our interview: certain elements of Scandinavian parenting don’t translate in Britain as we don’t have the same level of trust in society. You could say rightly so, as the Nordic countries (Norway, Sweden, Denmark, Iceland and Finland) rank among the 25 safest globally, according to the Global Peace Index (Iceland comes top and Denmark second), while the UK is number 37.
Yet the more I experiment with Viking parenting, the more I wonder if it’s time to start taking more calculated risks when it comes to my children. As Blair says, if you break down the statistics, the perception of danger is often greater than the risk: “Your job as a parent is to make yourself redundant; you’ve got to ask yourself if you’re being overprotective for you or for them.” .
My friend Jo, whose 10-year-old son walks to and from school on his own in an arguably dodgier part of London, insists that putting faith in society is a positive thing – it’s made her more conscious of her local community and more engaged. “I worry about him crossing roads and getting mugged but I also know that people around us will look out for him – most people are decent.”
“Ok, you can walk back from school,” I tell the older children on Friday morning. “But you have to meet me halfway. It’ll be a test run.” They pump their fists and then they look a little afraid. “Does this mean we need a phone?” they ask, to which I reply not yet. They know my mobile number; if they run into danger they can stop a passing parent and call me.
One aspect of Nordic parenting I don’t want to get into yet is smartphones. The Viking dream unravels when it comes to screens, with children given the same freedom online as they are in life, despite the fact studies show smartphones are drains on confidence and self esteem. In Denmark, the majority of nine year-olds own a smartphone and at a school near Russell, six-year-olds have “game day” every Wednesday when they’re asked to bring in a phone, a Switch or a tablet to play with all day.
“I’m so worried about them,” their younger brother cries as we walk to the meeting point. “What if something happens to them?”
I’m having these thoughts too but of course it doesn’t. As two small figures approach us with their enormous school rucksacks, they are walking with a teenager swagger. I blink back tears. “How was it?” I ask and they look at each other and shrug nonchalantly. I can tell they’re stoked though – they’re standing taller and they’re particularly kind to their younger siblings that afternoon. According to Russell, like threenagers, teens don’t have a bad name in Scandinavia, probably because they don’t have much to rebel against.
As we walk home, I feel as if a plaster has been ripped off. I’d been dreading the moment of separation but now it’s as if the world has opened up for me, too. “Can we do this again next Friday?” they ask and I tell them that yes, they can.
In the meantime, I’ll work on my sisu.
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