Thursday, July 23, 2009

adjusting alex

Yesterday I took another 2 hour drive toward Kalamazoo. It was nice to not have to go all the way (even though I missed the best part of the drive....when you just get into Michigan and the speed limit changes to 70....which means you can drive 78....at least....and the highway goes to 3 lanes....and there's no construction for a while....and no photo radar).
The reason for my drive? I was returning Luke to his parents. Luke is a friend of my oldest son, Bud, and has been staying with us for a little over a week.
Hubby and I are trying to make the adjustment on Bud (and all the kids) as easy as possible....if you call staying up all night playing computer games on laptops and sleeping till 2 pm and having to kick them out the door kicking and screaming just so they'll "go explore" or "do something".....adjusting.


I probably could have let Bud and Luke drive by themselves....Bud is 18 after all. But 'Chicago traffic' and 'my kids driving' are two things I'm not ready to mix...yet. It's not that I don't trust him....it's dangerous....and scary....and there's all those crazy drivers.
I did debate about it for a couple days. I asked Hubby what he thought....he's no help really "whatever you want" is what he says. Bud suggested that he could go himself, and we discussed it. Bud ended up saying "Mom you've got to let go sometime".
Maybe it is one of those areas that I'm just holding on to. Maybe it's my only way of protecting them still. I don't know.....but I will provide this as evidence to plead my case.....

I know it happened over a year ago....but I'm still not ready! I AM letting him drive the crazy busy streets of our little town....I'm not that over protective!

1 comment:

Crazy 'bout Him said...

The seasons of life have changed and I watch my fledglings soar off into the unknown, with me waving a frantic good-bye. It's hard not to worry, they were nurtured in this nest. But you can't hold them after they learn to fly. They will just struggle in your hand until you release them. Then with a whir and a flutter, they ascend till they are just a tiny speck in the sky.

Still, I understand the seasons, so I don't despair. Just like the robins that disappear from my yard in Autumn, only to return every spring, they'll be back...

They know the way home.