Lately, as a parent, I look at myself and I think....What the hell are you doing? I hear from friends that it's normal to question yourself in terms of "Am I doing this right? Am I saying the right thing? Did I handle this correctly?" But sometimes, especially now, I feel like I walk around with a big DUNCE cap on my head.
Our oldest is 11. He starts middle school in 4 months. I AM NOT READY!!!!! He's my baby boy. Yes he hates when I refer to him as this (only at home, not in public). But that's how I feel. I'm not ready for him to grow up. I'm not ready for him to be exposed to what's coming. I am a control freak. I am self-diagnosed as OCD....haha. And I hate, with a passion, that I don't have control over this. I like him being naive. I like him not knowing about alot of things.
Drew has
been a Cub Scout for the past two years. Last week, he "crossed over"
to the Boy Scout program......a big ceremony to symbolize going from a
boy to a man. Last week, the "sex" video was shown to the 5th graders so that was Drew's first
exposure (or at least I prefer to think it was) to the topic in any
great detail. That night, I went to him and talked to him about it. I
asked him if he had any questions or if there was anything he wanted to talk to his Dad or I about. In typical boy fashion, his answer was "Nope". So now I'm left to wonder what the heck is going on in his head?
But...I'm realistic. But that doesn't mean I have to like it.
I'm scared. Deep down, I'm scared as hell for him and society as it stands now. Working with juvenile delinquents, I see and hear all kinds of things. I don't want my son to even remotely know what being a juvenile delinquent might be like. My niece started middle school this year and as a pre-teen female...it has flipped her for a loop!!!!
The changes are happening. I see it. His moods are bonkers. He's testing his limits with us more. Most days I want to kill him.
I just pray that we can lead him in the right direction, help him to make the right choices, and pray to God that we don't screw up too bad.
By day, I work with at-risk juvenile court involved youth. By night, my family and I have a small mini farm in the foothills of North Carolina. By no means do I profess to be a pro. I am just a working mom who is learning as I go. Our farm is home to three cats, a big lug of a fluffy white livestock guardian dog, a flock of chickens, pigs, and Nigerian Dwarf dairy goats. I am an avid reader, Walking Dead addict, secret reality show junkie, and crime show buff. Come follow my adventures.
I'd say that is a normal thought process. I hope I am doing right by Tristan but I question myself all the time. I would bet the farm that you are doing a great job. It sure appears that way.
ReplyDeleteThank you...but like you, some days I sure do wonder.
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