More than an ocean had separated me from my children when I returned home from two months abroad; I wondered what re-entry would look like.
Would we pick right up seamless and smooth, a comma punctuating our good-bye instead of a period? Or would it be a gravel road, pitted and pocked and jolting? I’m close to my three, but after all, it had been a while since I was the boss of them.
I didn’t have to wonder long; prom was two weeks after I returned. In case your children are still young enough for you not to know this, Prom Season inevitably will push boundaries.
My boundary push came by way of an after-party invitation for my 17-year-old son: a co-ed all-nighter with the guys sleeping in tents outside, and the girls sleeping in an upstairs playroom.
Right, I thought. Visions of American Pie, Animal House, American Graffiti – and any other party movie I’ve ever heard of or seen – all rolled into one night.
All this, projected onto a group of kids who have never even come close to my Imagination Gone Wild.
I was furious…
{This is a week where my posts for Deeper Family, Simple Mom and incourage happen to publish within days of each other. I hope you'll click through to continue reading The Decision and Indecision of Parenting. My post is sure to attract some dissention….}
I have recognized this in myself many times… making decisions (or lack there of) out of fear and the unknowns. Thank you for being willing to share your fears, the honesty of your thoughts, and the reminder that we’re not the only ones who want the best for our kids.