Things really are pretty good.
Yesterday Lucas went to 11-year-old scouts for the first time. He will be 11 in October and this was sort of a come see what it will be like thing. Cub Scouts is from 4-5 on Tuesdays, 11-year-old-Scouts or Boy Scouts starts at 7:00.
I dropped him off at the church, where his Webelos leader came and showed him the way. He was grateful she was there, as new things still definitely make him nervous. I went home, not thinking much of it. She offered to bring him home, which I happily accepted.
When I got home, Eric was hanging out with the younger two and we told them it was time to start cleaning and getting ready for bed. Alex of course declared it wasn't fair that Lucas wasn't home to clean up and that he would get to go to bed late. 'Life isn't fair', we reminded her once again.
We got Ryder and Alex to bed and then I went downstairs to do the dishes; instead I found myself sitting on the chair right by the front door, anxious for Lucas to get home.
I knew he was in great hands, I wasn't worried or concerned about his safety, it was just so weird that it was bedtime and he wasn't home.
I had visions of myself sitting in that same chair waiting for my teenagers to get home from their dates or being out with their friends; then much less certain of their safety and if they are in good hands.
And it scared me.
Can't I freeze time? Please?
Those of you with teenagers, how do you survive the teenage years?
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