I Want Him to Need Me

One of the county high schools is organizing a Spring break trip to London, Paris and Rome. One of Boy A’s friends is going on the trip, and his parents will be going too. Boy A wants to go. I want to let him, it would be a great opportunity, it would also be the first time he went anywhere (for other then a day) with out us or grandparents. I want him to go, he probably will go, but at the same time it scares the hell out of me. What if the plane explodes, what if there is another attack on a subway system over there, what if…, you parents know all the “what ifs” that are going through my mind. I worry about all the bad things that could, but are very unlikely to happen. I also worry about the good things that are likely to happen, he’ll mature, he’ll realize he doesn’t need us so much; he’ll grow up more and more. He is growing up. And I like it, but I miss his needing me so much. Every week he needs me a little less. He is hanging with friends, making intelligent decisions, needing me less. I still need him to need me.