Lucas drove the commute to school this morning on his own, and I must admit I was a bit nervous. That one has a lead foot.
The eldest thinks that he owns a super car, hence his car is currently in the shop.
Having kids on wheels is great! They can transport themselves to work, to social things, to the store.
Lucas has been on his own, technically, for two days.... and he announced that he was going to the library this afternoon.
What?! (I'm pretty sure he parked at the library to play 'Pokemon Go') ;)
But.... he went! Out of his room!
Thus begins a new era in our household.
It's obvious that we raise our kids up and hope they make the right decisions as adults. But I realized in more recent years that we raise our kids up in hopes that they make the right decision once they have wheels. THAT is the moment that you send your kids out in the world and PRAY that they don't end up making horrible decisions or end up dead.
Once they leave my door, I can only pray that God places some angels around them. And in the case of my kids..... they need an army of angels!
The lesson here: those of you who think you have until the age of 18 to mold your babies.....Think again.
It's 16.
May I also remind you: Male brains don't fully develop until the age of 25.
You can do the math here.
I'm not a worrier by nature. I know that my thoughts and fears can not, and will not, affect an outcome. I don't sit at home and bite my nails while the boys are out.
I try not to imagine worst case scenarios. (I live with a man that does that for me) ;)
I can only assume that they are OK. (I'm fully aware that they could be doing some dumb stuff!)
Honestly, I know that I'll get a knock at the door if something terrible happens. I've been there.
At the end of the day, I'm just relieved once we are all home and safe in our beds.
I'm relishing the fact that they are still under my roof for a short time. I'll take what I can get.
