
I have decided being a parent means never having worry free days. It's funny that my oldest child is 22 and I'm just now really figuring this out. I have also learned that no matter how much you talk to your children and try to teach them right they are going to do things that aren't always right sometimes. Guess that is just part of growing up, and that saying is true "You live and you learn". My son pulled a stunt last night and I really pray he learned his lesson. Getting the call scared the crap out of me because the first thing that came to mind was he'd had a wreck. Thank goodness he was ok and hadn't had an accident. I hate to go saying what had happened, I will respect my son's privacy and won't say but I do pray he learned his lesson, that's all I'll say about it. (it didn't involve drugs or anything like that)
I have always tried to be open and honest with my children. My oldest daughter was sometimes allowed to do more than alot of her friends but I can say she was always really good about letting me know where she was going and who she was going with, and she was always home by the time she said she would be. She turned out great and is one of the sweetest people I've ever known.
I try to always treat my son the same way, he is really a sweet boy, and I have never had any trouble from him. Not alot of boys at nearly 17 will still hug their parents or grandparents and tell them he loves them even in public, I'm really proud of the sweet person he is. He is truly an outdoor person, he loves hunting and fishing like no other person I have ever seen. Over the past couple of years he has a new obsession, dirt track racing. I am proud to see him growing up and enjoying these things. I am proud he is able to get out and meet people and make new friends through these things he likes to do. But there is a part of me that sometimes wishes I could just go back to those days where he was happy as could be just out playing in the dirt with a toy tractor, or dumping the box of hot wheels in the middle of the living room floor playing.
This past year has been harder on me than any year in my life, I realize how fast time is flying by, I think so much about times from the past and wish it was possible just to go back to when they were little. I also think of not allowing my youngest child to ever leave home without me until she's 30 yrs old. Oh if only it was that simple!