I do not like this part of my big kids growing up. Sarah is going through a medical procedure and while I can be with her and ask questions, I don’t have to be. And in fact, they don’t have to tell me anything. I hate it. Here I sit, while she signs her own consent forms and there is nothing for me to do. There might be a few people out there who would call me a control freak, but honestly I just want to make sure she’s safe and all her my questions have been answered.
Additionally, James is off on his own and I don’t know what he’s doing every minute of the day. I’m trying to allow him to have his freedom, but I am really struggling to resist the urge to call him every hour or so. Sure, he’s been away from home before - to his dad’s house, to a visit a friend that moved to Florida - but this is the first time that I have unleashed him allowed him to go off for days at a time without adult supervision. Well, unless you consider his 3 eighteen year old friends adults; I do not.
This is one of the hard parts about motherhood. They do not stay little forever and every day I find one more thing that reminds me of that.
Tags: grown kids, teens
I can’t even imagine! That certainly is a part of motherhood that takes all sorts of bravery… I hope, somewhere in the next 16 years, I find that courage!