I’m sure you’ve heard the saying, “When life gives you lemons, make lemonade.” I happen to only take lemon with my tea and I certainly am not a fan of lemonade, so I don’t abide by such cliché advice. Although, it seems like a viable solution to problems, it just isn’t always easy. Summer is over & my babies are back home. It’s not always a smooth transition to get back into routine so I often find that I’m overwhelmed during the whole month of September. My son started middle school and since he is now attending a charter school, his scheduling is different than my daughters… which puts everything out of sorts.
I have it all figured out. It’s really just a matter of executing the routine and getting accustomed to it. My son will now have to walk from his school to his after school program alone, which was stressful at first but he has a cellular phone now so the rules are that he calls me the moment he gets out, when he gets to his program and if he runs into any problems. So far, he’s done exceptionally well, which came as a surprise to me because I was worried he may have been a little immature with things like that but he’s given me quite a shock. I’m sure once he gets into the groove of things, he will start making stops and things of that nature. I’m not fond of that but I don’t really have a choice but to trust that he makes the right decisions. After all, we’ve discussed it.
I don’t want to be one of those mothers who smother, but I also don’t want him to think that he can do whatever he wants either. Regardless, I never realized how much more worry comes with your children getting older and having to do things on their own. I have always been sort of a worrier, which really isn’t good because I find that I stress myself out with it. At any rate, the show must go on and I just have to suck it up and allow my son to grow. I’m already getting on his nerves and I can tell he gets a bit irritated with my worrying. His father doesn’t seem to be as worried. Maybe it’s a male thing.