{"id":45,"date":"2012-07-16T00:17:00","date_gmt":"2012-07-16T05:17:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/beckypalmer.thecomputerguy.bz\/2012\/07\/gimme-shelter\/"},"modified":"2015-11-11T20:50:55","modified_gmt":"2015-11-12T02:50:55","slug":"gimme-shelter","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/beckypalmer.me\/?p=45","title":{"rendered":"Gimme Shelter!"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"<\/a>Recently my husband and I were watching “Wife Swap”, which is a silly reality show where two women swap places into either other’s families for 2 weeks. \u00a0And of course, to make good TV they always find 2 families as different as possible for maximum drama. \u00a0In this particular episode the biggest point of contention between the households was the degree of separation between the kids and the rest of the world. \u00a0One family’s children lived in an RV all year round, were home schooled, and the 20 year old daughter had never been on an unsupervised date. The “swapped” wife thought this was tantamount to keeping her in captivity and of course fireworks flew. \u00a0And as stupid as that TV show is, it really got me thinking about my own childhood and transition into adulthood.<\/span><\/p>\n

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Partially due to geography I had a rather sheltered childhood myself. \u00a0I grew up on a small farm in a rural community. \u00a0I had very strict parents who had high expectations for me both academically and socially. I was not allowed to get a part time job until I graduated from high school, because my job was “to study and get good grades” until then. At the time I felt that my parents were trying to ruin my life and we argued frequently about how I wasn’t allowed to do so many of the things my friends were. \u00a0Quite frankly I think they were just as happy to see me move out as I was so they could finally have some peace and quiet! \u00a0But I wasn’t completely kept under a rock either. \u00a0I did attend public schools. \u00a0I did participate in extra curricular activities including sports, band and drama club. \u00a0I was allowed to date (unsupervised) and get my driver’s licence when I turned 16. \u00a0 I did move into a dorm when I started college even though the college was only a 30 minute drive from home.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n

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\nToday I see kids being raised in every possible inch of the shelter spectrum. \u00a0On the one end we have the home-schooled kids who never interact with anyone outside a very limited circle of family and maybe select \u00a0others from their church. \u00a0On the other end are kids who are in every activity known to man to the point where the home is basically just a place to sleep. \u00a0Both extremes seem exhausting and I’m glad that my parents weren’t of either of these mentalities even if I had a few growing pains in college being sheltered to the degree I was. \u00a0<\/span>
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\nAt the end of the day I have to admit my parents a pretty amazing job of raising me and giving me a firm foundation and belief system that remains with me to this day and I’m forever grateful for the structure and guidance they gave me. \u00a0<\/span>
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\nHow sheltered were you as a kid and how do you think it prepared you for adulthood?<\/span><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Recently my husband and I were watching “Wife Swap”, which is a silly reality show where two women swap places into either other’s families for 2 weeks. \u00a0And of course, to make good TV they always find 2 families as different as possible for maximum drama. \u00a0In this particular episode the biggest point of contention between the households was the… Read more »<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2},"_wpas_customize_per_network":false},"categories":[27],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-45","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-its-all-love"],"aioseo_notices":[],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/beckypalmer.me\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/45","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/beckypalmer.me\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/beckypalmer.me\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/beckypalmer.me\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/beckypalmer.me\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=45"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/beckypalmer.me\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/45\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/beckypalmer.me\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=45"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/beckypalmer.me\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=45"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/beckypalmer.me\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=45"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}