I let my twelve year old daughter go to see The Hunger Games movie last night.
Yep, I let my youngest go and see a movie that is rated for 13 years of age and older that I'm reading all over the internet TONIGHT, should be rated even higher.
Yes, I checked the ratings AFTER she went, I'm a bad Mom.
When she got home I asked my daughter what she thought of the movie and she said, 'Peeta is cute and Katniss is good.'
When I asked her tonight if she thought it was appropriate for kids she told me that it was a little gory but she thought it should be rated for kids ten years of age and older.
Just for the record, if this was my first child, I would have checked the ratings before I sent her and I probably would not have let her seen the movie until she was thirteen.
If she was my second child I would have checked out the rating, read the reviews on line, talked it over with my husband and then I would have made an educated decision about whether or not he could go see it.
But this is my third child. She ran in the door yesterday from school and told me she had been invited to a movie. I handed her a twenty dollar bill and she raced out, got into a car, with a family I know well, and she went to the movie.
She went, she saw and she is fine.
I seem to be parenting all over the map.
And really? All three of my kids seem to be turning out just fine.
So, once again I'm left with the feeling that raising my kids to be good, sensible and thoughtful people, really has very VERY little to do with me.