Laura Yuen: Parents, let's make a pact to get our kids off their screens and back to real-life play

Yearning for my '80s childhood, I recently organized an afternoon outing for my son and his friends at our local park on a day when there was no school. I was clear with my fellow moms that this would not be a chaperoned playdate, as the park was blocks away, and I would remain working in the comfort of my own home. One mom sent a text thanking me for "hosting," and I lol'd her. She corrected herself. "Thank you for agreeing to let feral children periodically run through your house." That was more like it.

Another friend suggested no screens, and a consensus among a half-dozen moms was never more swiftly achieved.

Before I knew it, 10 raucous boys from various neighborhoods had descended on my backyard, some of them bearing metal bats in their backpacks. They took off to the park by scooter, bike and foot, like an armed roving gang.

All seemed fine, and I had my quiet house again. A couple of hours later, though, the first batch of kids pedaled back and breathlessly reported: Something happened at the park.

Two of the friends got into a scuffle. What started with trash talking over their ball-playing escalated into a thrown punch to the face, an intense headlock and wrestling to the ground.

Naturally, I felt responsible. Had I been naive about the potential for a Lord-of-the-Flies situation when rowdy, unattended children congregate? Should I have extended the invitation to maybe a few kids, rather than a dozen? Should I have at least told them to not bring their baseball bats? In hindsight, the obvious answer was yes, yes and yes.

But worst of all, did my '80s childhood experiment prove that kids actually needed constant adult supervision?

To my surprise, my friends, even the moms of the boys involved in the skirmish, said no. Kids need to figure things out without adults. They should take risks, even if that means messing up. They must engage with the real world — from playing games to wandering to the ice cream store — and test their social waters. (And when I think about it, trash talking and fighting were also part and parcel of our idyllic '80s childhoods.)

In this case, the two boys who tangled benefitted from sagacious moms who helped them process their emotions, apologize and repair their friendship. One mom told me she worries that we sometimes idealize our '80s childhood. Yes, let's give our kids the freedom to roam, she said, but we must pair it with 2020s parenting that provides them with the tools to sit with their feelings and grow from their mistakes.

Parents, if you are as exhausted as me with screens and the squabbles that they produce in the home, will you join me? Will you hold off on the smart phones and replace digital time with real-world experiences for our children? It's unlikely one family could go it alone, but if we joined forces, we could set a new cultural norm. As parents, we owe it to our kids to give them a glimmer of the independent childhood we were lucky to have.

So I'll continue to invite kids to join my feral children for some free-range play. It might just take some practice — for both kids and parents — before we get it right.