You know what... I've noticed something to be true in my 40 years on planet Earth.
A while ago, I read a statement that I hoped would ring true in my life, it kind of resonated with me, and ruminated in my mind for a while before I actually had my personal epiphany.
The statement was...
"80% of of everything we worry about, never comes to fruition."
When I first read that I was like... "Yeah, right!"
Because, I am a worrier from waaaaayyyyy back.
But recently... I've learned to just let go, and repeat that mantra in my head. Over. and Over. and Over again. (I'm a slow learner).
Lately, I've been worrying whether or not William will burn out with all the practicing, and studying and just everything. You know what? I'm going to let him say when he's had enough.
No, he won't quit... he loves it... but he'll let me know when he needs more time to study, and not have me hound him about going to bed. He's a big boy now...he's doing fine.
He told me the other night that if I worry, it makes him worry... and he isn't worrying.
That told me something.
It told me to just let it go.
He's fine, and he is doing well, and he likes his teachers, and they like him, and he loves his new school and he has all brand new shiny clothes, and he's okay. I have to keep repeating that to myself over... and over.. and over... (remember... I'm a slow learner).
This year is probably the biggest transition I've ever encountered with my boys.
It has really affected me.
I learning to deal with it.. but it is soo very difficult to let go and Let God... so to speak.
I have always been in such control of them and met their needs so quickly, and it is really difficult to let my little birds explore on their own a little more each year.
It's like a little piece of me tears off and withers the more autonomous they become.
God knows I want them to do well on their own... but I feel like just yesterday I was cooing at William and feeding him with a baby spoon... and here he is, about to play his first football game tomorrow night, his voice is as low as Bill's and he is 4 inches taller than me.
I'm. NOT. Ready.
I'm not! I'm not! I'm not! (picture 4 yr old stomping foot here)
My BABY is going to play his FIRST football game tomorrow night!!! HOLY FREAKIN' COW!
Do I need a prescription for Valium?
Hey Adrian... got anymore of those nice nice pills you took for your tonsilectomy?
Put one in an envelope for me? FedEx... please?
Wish him luck and send lots and lots and lots of prayers of safety and triumph!
Okay... I feel much better now.
No more worries...
Yeah... who am I kiddin'...