Wednesday, April 07, 2010

nervous nellie strikes again

Why is it so difficult for me to let my youngest son grow up? Most people say to me.. I'm so surprised you are so protective.. usually by child #3, parents allow anything to go on. For me, it seems the youngest is like raising the oldest again! Maybe because there's a large age gap between my boys?? I don't know what is causing me to be such a worrier but I just am! 9 days ago, this young one... got his drivers license! Not only did he pass, but he got Zero points taken off. Meaning NO mistakes made on the test! WOW, impressive, no?? Well, here it is NINE days later... and I am JUST now... letting him take the car by himself!! He is SUCH a good kid that he didn't try arguing with me.. although he did sweetly tell me when I picked him up from work at 11 pm... Gee, Mom.. this is SO inconvenient for you, you look so tired... I really cAN do this!! (he is such a nice boy) Well here we are... I let him drive himself to practice at the high school... I need an imodium to be able to leave and head off to book club... I am SO nervous for him! He just called to say he arrived there ALIVE!! ( good boy but a wise ass like the rest of my guys)..
He knows to call his dad before leaving the parking lot later, to let him know he is on his way back.. I will be a wreck until I get the call that he is in the house safe and sound..
Whew.... raising kids is a killer on the gray hair and the IBS.


Giggles said...

You are not alone....mine are married, they call me when they get on the bus, call each other or me when they arrive where they're suppose to.It's just respectful. My house, my rules. That's just how it is, prevents the worry. When she's away, we still communicate often. You are an awesome loving mom...that's just who you are.... that's a good things!!

Hugs Giggles

Queen-Size funny bone said...

I worried for the first and I worry for the last. My girls know they need to call or there will be hell to pay. And nerves make me a big taker of immodium.

Barb said...

Guess what. You worry when they're older, too. Then you get to worry about the grandkids. Aren't I just a bucket of cheer. ;)

Tumblewords: said...

OH, it never ends - no matter how old they (and we) get. It's always the same gut-clencher when they aren't in full view and even then you wonder what's going on inside that you don't know about. Kinda laughing, kinda not!

threesidesofcrazy said...

It probably is the age gap, but we were the same way - in fact I think worse with the youngest!