Those who know me would pretty much agree that I thrive in the hysterical, especially when it comes to my only biological son. The first time he was picked up by his friends, nd didn’t get home past his curfew, I panicked and wanted to jump in the car to look for him. His cell phone was dead and so were my hopes of ever seeing him alive. OK, that’s a bit too much, even for me, LOL! However, my panic-ridden self could not stop thinking about all the bad things that could have happened to him. I paced up and down and called his father to see if he was successful in tracking him down, which he was.
After my son retuned home that night, I couldn’t help but feel a bit ashamed for my behavior. This episode taught me that needed to get a grip, and learn to embrace and learn from this new experience in my parenting life. My son is a teenager, who has lots of friends, and a busy social life.
Now, here’s a greater challenge; his father and I bought him a car, an older Jeep Wrangler that can get him to school, and work, and out with his friends. So far, so good. He’s been pretty responsible with curfew, going to school and not getting pulled over. Trusting in my son’s judgment to do the right thing has helped. I’m sure there will be bumps in the road, but we’ll get through it. And besides, the freedom I’m experiencing from not having to drive him around and the time off from being mom I enjoy when he’s out with his friends are pretty nice. It’s preparing me for my empty-nesting years.
Any other overly-hysterical mothers out there?
So it begins….oh yeah it never stops
I’m starting to realize that!