4daubers
Mouseketeer
- Joined
- Feb 10, 2007
My 16 (17 in August)year old daughter left for Colorado last night for a week long Young Life camp. She's never been more than an hour away and was always the homesick one that wouldn't spend the night away until about a year ago and never more that a night or two. She attended 6 week ballet summer intensives for 5 years but wouldn't stay in the dorm...I took the RV and we lived in it for the session.
It was very hard for me not to wail and beg her not to go as she was boarding the bus. She was so excited, so happy and I know that she is with a great group but it took everything I had not to make a fool of myself. But I didn't, I waved her off and then cried in the car. She texted me several times...role reversal here...I know she was texting to reassure me she was ok.
In my "self-Talk", I know that I'm getting to the stage of parenting where you let them go experience life some on their own. She will be in college soon and I won't be there every step of the way. You know the drill. I was slow getting there. My husband and I had infertility problems. We were married 15 years before we had our twins by invitro fertilization, which was on our 3rd and last attempt. It took a long time to realize that everything was going to be ok with our kids...that we couldn't assume it wouldn't be successful because it hadn't been before...that we could act like normal parents (well as normal as we can be). Every sniffle wasn't a dreadful disease, there wasn't a pedofile lurking behind every bush, there wasn't a car accident waiting for us every time we were on the road. Looking back and as a nurse, I recognize that there is medication that might have helped. We admit to being over-protective and anxious but have found that as they grow up and are confident, we can be as well.
Thanks for letting me babble, camping friends. I know y'all understand the importance of family and that each new milestone can be a big one...even if it seems silly to read.
It was very hard for me not to wail and beg her not to go as she was boarding the bus. She was so excited, so happy and I know that she is with a great group but it took everything I had not to make a fool of myself. But I didn't, I waved her off and then cried in the car. She texted me several times...role reversal here...I know she was texting to reassure me she was ok.
In my "self-Talk", I know that I'm getting to the stage of parenting where you let them go experience life some on their own. She will be in college soon and I won't be there every step of the way. You know the drill. I was slow getting there. My husband and I had infertility problems. We were married 15 years before we had our twins by invitro fertilization, which was on our 3rd and last attempt. It took a long time to realize that everything was going to be ok with our kids...that we couldn't assume it wouldn't be successful because it hadn't been before...that we could act like normal parents (well as normal as we can be). Every sniffle wasn't a dreadful disease, there wasn't a pedofile lurking behind every bush, there wasn't a car accident waiting for us every time we were on the road. Looking back and as a nurse, I recognize that there is medication that might have helped. We admit to being over-protective and anxious but have found that as they grow up and are confident, we can be as well.
Thanks for letting me babble, camping friends. I know y'all understand the importance of family and that each new milestone can be a big one...even if it seems silly to read.