Friday, December 30, 2011

Teenagers...let the worrying begin!

I knew it wouldn't belong before my son would start to experiment with his new found 16 year old freedom and quite frankly am happy that he waited as long as he has before he put his no curfew limit to the test.  

Last night I woke up at Midnight and realized that my son was not yet home.  For the last few months he has been pretty good at getting in by midnight.  I went to my cell phone to check to see if he had sent me a text but there was nothing there, so the panic started to set in.  Was he ok, was he still at a girls house, was he in the ditch somewhere, was he out in a field at a party, had he been in an accident? These are the thoughts that run through my head and I was immediately awake.  So what do I do? Do I text him to see if he is ok, or do I just wait because I don't want him to think that I'm checking up on him or don't trust him? UGG! a Mother Dilemma! On one hand I wanted to know that he was ok and on the other hand I had to trust that he was ok.  I forced myself to go back to bed and I went without my cell phone and trusted that he was ok.  I thought, well he is just having fun and lost track of time and then my mind started to wonder again, oh my he is at a girls house, with a girl that he likes and what are they doing, I know what I was doing at age 16 and then the panic set in! AUGH!!! My hair turned completely grey!!!

I tossed and turned and listened for the garage door to open.  I must have fallen asleep and then was awakened by the light in the basement! I saw him walk by the living-room-he didn't see me but my heart started to beat regularly now. My baby boy was home, safe and sound and alright.  All was well and everyone was safe and sound!

The next morning I woke up and went to my computer as normal, looked at my email and went to Facebook to see what went on while I was asleep to find this on my son's profile 
 in my news feeds !!!! We'll save the new Girlfriend for another post!


  1. Teenagers are post teens are a series of tests. My 20 year old grandson lives with me, and I have to think before I talk, not an easy thing for me. He has so many lessons to learn, and some of those he will have to learn on his own.

  2. So true and how hard is it to sit back and watch them make those mistakes :-)