R
Romanseight2005
Guest
I am processing so much tonight. I am the mother of a 14 year old boy. He is my only child. He's basically a good kid, and I am still bawling. This has been a really stressful week. He is letting his grades go. I know it's not the end of the world, but the thing is, I feel it more than if it was me. Yeah, this is a no-brainer for parents of teens, but I am really processing the depth of all of this. I guess, I am just starting to realize just how connected and intertwined I am with him. For the last 14 years and 9 months, nearly every decision I made, and every thing I did, for the most part, revolved around him. Now, I know I have to start letting him try his wings, little by little. But if anyone ever would have told me what it felt like to let them make their own mistakes, like blow off school, I would have told them they were nuts. I spent today from 3:00 on, pretty much, in tears. Not because my son is a drug addict or anything, but because I am realizing that this is how it works. He gets punched, I get the black eye. Does this make sense? Then the realization that the older he gets, the more this will be, coupled with the fact that he simply doesn't have lots of years of adult experience behind him, makes him flying blind, is frankly terrifying. I am supposed to love and support him, but somehow disconnect at the same time. I have heard of this. I know it's what I am supposed to do, but really, how do you do it? Do you really do it, or do you just put your emotions on a shelf somewhere?