When is a Fantasy Island ‘Tattoo’ reference not applicable!? Never. At least, not in this house.
But that steals from the mammoth moment I am about to have…Ladies and testicles, my first born is set to fly far from the nest tomorrow. His very first summer away from home. His very first unchaperoned flight. My very first aneurism. O my.
Not that I am a stranger to venturing far from home in my wee youth. My mother used to load up her daughters and ship them to Colombia, South America during our long-ago summers.It was an amazing adventure into the different and unknown… not solely in regards to the food and music and overall culture, but to the wild world of Independence. I certainly did not do my mother’s hard work of raising a moral child injustice, buuuut I maybe might have left it to question on one or two occasions. Those summers were portals to wonderful worlds of WOW! I could see every single building or mountain or farm again, very and exact in their existence, but without those unchaperoned, novice eyes they would be little more than physical structures staggered in my line of sight. Those moments as a child are imperative in who and how I am now as an adult.
But am I ready for my son to say the same? I know it will do him good to breath the fresh air of Sanity. I know a little privacy on the pot will do wonders for his esteem (little brothers can be rather intrusive). There is so much great that can come of this…..but it happens at of the cost of me being without him. *WHINE*
I’m a selfish butt of a woman. I grew this tiny little booger in my belly with the intent of a molding a man out of the mess mass. His happiness and well-being is supposed to be priority number one (it’s in the manual they give out at the hospital), but ME FIRST! ME FIRST!! I want to be there to show him everything…point out the obvious and declare myself genius for doing so, fuss over nothing until it’s something, and maybe even stave off the first inclinations of independence a little bit longer.
I have had him so long all to myself I simply do not want to share! He is going to have a killer conversation that I might not hear. What if he sees the best thing in the whole universe without me? O my goodness, he might even meet a girl that he really likes. And she might not be me! AHHHHHHHHHH!
Good parenting promotes healthy growth by encouraging independence. 
A glass of wine numbs you to your ineptitude at good parenting,
and Skype baby-steps you toward your delusion of release.
Mommy’s video-calling, sweetheart. Pick up 😉
Something like a Duck 
Booger babies actually turn out to be the best adults. So don’t worry.
I mean to tell you! So far these monsters have been good to this ole’ girl. I haven’t even had to eat one…yet!!
Would have been something to read about that river ride and how it shaped your perspective.
If you are referring to the great Twain experience, I’ve only come close to it once. In Disney. Certainly that counts for something…
I’m certain it does.
Love the Fantasy Island reference. I didn’t like the show but I always remember the part when Tattoo would say Da Plane.
I hope your enjoys himself and you don’t go too crazy.
Here’s to hoping he enjoys his independence just enough to be happy, not so much that I’m not…LOL
If I knew my kids would grow up so fast, I’d have had then frozen as babies.
PS I have been ‘going crazy’ for so long now that you’d think I’d have finally arrived to ‘completely insane.’ Chances are its just around the corner….Yikes!!
Why thank you! My brain has it’s moments.