It looks like Boy A is going on a school sponsored trip to London, Paris and Rome this spring break. He is going with a friend and the friends parents are going too. He is so excited. And I am so scared. Planes fall out of the sky, subways are attacked. What if he doesn’t come home? Why can’t I wrap him in a hand made quilt and pack him away? I could pull him out when I needed a hug and put him back when he got too mouthy?
This growing up stuff is both great and horrible. I love seeing him mature and become more responsible – though he sure has heck can’t turn off lights, close a door he opens or pick up after himself. But I miss him being little. I miss him needing me.
Boy B is wrapped up in the World of Warcraft game. He wants to spend his life on the computer. Now that mine is broken, he needs to share the table top one with his brother. He is quite annoyed. I did set up parental controls, limiting his time. Or at least I got his older brother to set up the controls. But Boy B figured out how to get around them. He wanted to start on the game 15 minutes early one day. When I said I did not know the password he sent off to their automated system and had the pass word sent via e-mail. He changed the time to 15 minutes earlier and proudly told me what he did. Somehow when they do something off, but tell you about it, it is hard to scold.
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