Panicky Mom

In a few hours I am going to go pick up my daughter. She went for spring break to Italy with her youth group. I have worried every minute.———————————————————-
At 0300 the streets were deserted as I drove her to the bus stop. We stopped at 7-11 for a snack because breakfast was still a long way off. She chose a chocolate croissant and a Pocari Sweat sports drink (remind me to write about Japanese sports drinks sometime). Her friends were there when we arrived. She didn’t want to hug me and I didn’t want to let go. As the bus pulled away I followed behind it – their route went back by my neighborhood, so I was behind the bus for quite aways. I kept it in my sight, every second that bus was in front of me was one second my daughter was still in my control. I had to fight that panicky feeling that clutched my heart when we reached my turnoff by the shrine. I wanted so badly to chase after the bus and snatch her back.——————————————————————-
When my daughter was five, I had to send her by plane to my dad’s. My husband was already away and I had to travel for business. It was a non-stop flight. She was so proud of herself, flying alone like big kids do. The stewardesses let me take her all of the way to her seat. I strapped her in, made sure she could reach her coloring books and stuffed animal, and gave last minute admonishments to be good. I went outside to wait. Everything was great…until that door closed, the ramp retracted and the plane pulled away from the gate. Sheer terror squeezed my heart. I began to chase the plane down the concourse as it taxied toward the runway.. I was yelling, “Stop! Stop! I change my mind! Give her back!” I ended up smashed against the huge windows of the observation lounge crying as it leapt off the airstrip. She arrived safely at my dad’s.

Dreams Came True

April 10, 2004

Letting go in just the right increments, and understanding when they need freedom and when they really want a parent to intervene is the hardest job of being a parent. You have already taught them all the things you can teach, now you have to be a coach instead of a teacher and that’s a much harder job. I’m sure you’re doing very well. Tom-

pseudonym

As long as I keep busy and my thoughts not completely centred on them while they’re away, I’m okay. Although, so far my kids haven’t gone much beyond another province by bus. I’m not sure what I’d do if they were in Europe …

GypsyWynd

haredawg

I think that’s why mid to late teenagers are such pains , to make it easier to let go. It doesn’t stop you from wondering what “Lock up your daughters” sounds like in Italien, in fact all it adds is a bit of guilt at being relieved. It was hard letting my kids move out, but boy howdy did I get over that. ryn; Yeah, they gave me a pamphlet on Dry Socket, just reading it makes my eyes itch.

chaos_and_madness

Why don’t you want to face your computer…? I really do hope that all is going well with you. As for me, I am doing alright. Just dealing with life…getting really bored with dealing with the same shit, different day crap. Plus knowing that there is just 6 more months to go with my case…that isn’t helping me much. Anyway…take care. Laters… Rick

ryn about getting 50% of the assets … wouldn’t that apply to assets obtained DURING the marriage? We had none – when I left all we had was debt and I think I brought pretty close to 1/2 of that with me. I don’t expect to get 1/2 of everything he gets now … he has the PhD, not me. I expect some kind of support for the kids but won’t ask for alimony for myself.

When I was 10 I took a 20 minute flight from my Grandma’s to my mom, the airport was fogged in and we couldn’t land and ended up 2 airports farther west. They asked my mom if they could put me on a bus for home and she freaked “If I’d wanted her on the bus, I would have put her on the bus!!” I got sent to my starting point but the airport we wanted was finally open and I got to get off.

Avanti

April 11, 2004

My daughter went to Germany (an 11 hour flight) during Spring Break three years ago (she was 16) with her fellow German classmates and teacher – I had to really steel myself (and give myself a talking to!) to let her go. She had a wonderful, safe time and came back with all sorts of stories and pictures – thank goodness I didn’t hold her back. I guess that sometimes we just have to trust..(cont)

….the universe but sometimes that is so very hard!! Take care, you’re a great mum! : )

RYN: No, you’re right. It just seems that nobody, even those we are trying to help, wants us there. You know the story, can’t save those who don’t want savin’.

Awwwww…that is so sweet. Hopefully the bruise left by smacking into observation glass has faded some. Oh, how I remember the “Sweat” sports drink. Truth be told, when in Singapore I couldn’t have thought of better drinks than sugar cane juice or lemon barley soda. Couldn’t live without either those ten days–even when they were served in plastic baggies.

*wheezy* the PeNgUiN

April 12, 2004

lol i liked your lil story there about putting her on the plane! so cute… yeah things with alex are awesome, i actually went home with him for easter so that was interesting. thanks and i’ll try my best on the finals, some of them will be a piece of cake, there are a few though i’m a bit worried about, but i guess we’ll see how that goes.