Here We Go

I sit here today….telling you this is super hard….like not the hardest ever….but still hard.

As a homeschool Mom I found out a few things about myself. First, I don’t understand teachers who cannot answer an email….especially when it’s a concerned parent 😜.

I will tell you that all of my sons teachers always answered except for one. 🙄 I also will say that his orchestra teacher was phenomenal and I enjoyed his DECA program. Honestly….to me school this year was a trial run….I wanted to see what decisions he would make.

There was some good and some bad…but the hardest lesson for me was not interfering…..by interfering I mean, it was so hard to quit doing laundry….to not clean his room….after all he leaves at 7:15 in the morning, has practice and Then gets home around 5….and three nights he goes to work..::I had made it all fit in my head as to why he needed help….but that’s just it.

I cannot remember the last time my Mom did my laundry..::or made my dinner, brought me something I forgot….or paid my bills because I overspent my paycheck. Because I’m an adult, and once I graduated college and left home for the final time…they quit paying my insurance….and all the sudden it was up to me. We didn’t haven the air in until it was so hot I couldn’t stand it..::food was meticulously dealt out for the week… no water was being run while aimlessly brushing our teeth….and there was no reason for anything other than dial up (if you don’t know what this statement means ask your mother 😳🙄). I learned quickly that haircuts and manicures are something that we can’t have…and cable was a luxury we were not going to pay for. I learned I could jump on my bed….but if I broke it, I had to pay for a new one….and I just made my bed…so all the joy was sucked right out of that idea. I learned that pants can be worn more than once without washing…..and duct tape could indeed hem my pant line. I learned that burnt pork chops meant cereal for supper and potluck was an awesome option when having friends over….but don’t turn on unnecessary lights people….we are not the Rockefellers (if you Don’t get that….again ask your mother).

So…yes I will cry at graduation….but the hardest part for me right now….is the stop fixing everything. I want to clean his room and pack his bags, I want to decorate his dorm room and neatly package his food and coordinate his drawers, so he had everything in order. I want to color code his folders and notebooks for college and cross reference everything on a planner. I want to sit down and truly explain the purpose of a ledger…explain to him NOT to eat a months worth of food in a week. I want to not answer that phone when he realizes he’s gonna be hungry for a week because he didn’t schedule his finances correctly….and that….that right there, is when we grow up. I remember when I realized for the first time that if I sleep through my class no one will wake me up. No one will care or ask me if I ate today….I could go xdays without showering and no one can make me….or wash my clothes (like my roommate from Canada). He will learn different cultures like I did going to a college in the south…where I learned about grits (they have aisles dedicated to the stuff, not even kidding!) He will learn that fudge rounds and Mountain Dew mixed with Olive Garden breadsticks….are a terrible idea (ask me how I know this).

He will learn that friends can make you crazy…

And sitting at the nerd table is actually a pretty smart place to be….pretty sure we all work for most of those people now.

He will learn that putting off papers in college doesn’t work like it does in high school….and nobody cares anymore what you did in high school.

He will also learn that calling Mom and Dad when he needs money is a bad idea…and bringing home your roommates clothes and his dirty clothes is a bad idea….he will learn…but only….if I don’t interfere…..so here we go….and good luck to both of us….because we will need it!