Day 9 - Maternal instincts

Today was a definitely a good day, despite losing what felt like well more than the hour since I overslept. Everything was rather chill even though I knew I’d be packing up my first born to go on his eighth-grade trip to Washington, DC.  I’m very excited for him and trying not to let my motherly anxiety possess my psyche. This will be the first time he’ll be completely out of my grasp, and staying with his grandparents doesn’t count, by the way.  I just may need medication. 

I’m fortunate that he’s going with a small group of students, teachers, and other parents that I’ve known for the few years he’s been at his school.  This means that if anything happens to him, I know where they all live.  Kidding!  Mostly - you never know when it comes to mothers and their offspring.  But, to stay on a more positive note, my son is armed with his phone and our telephone numbers. 

I’m armed with a small handgun. . . I’m kidding. I’m still waiting for the concealed weapon license to get here. 

Or am I?

All joking aside, I’m confident that because he attends a smaller school, that because the parents are all volunteers in some form or fashion, and that because I’ve gotten to know a majority of his classmates and their family, that he'll be in good hands. If you’ve ever volunteered to be a room mother/father, or perhaps attended a field trip or two, being a part of this charter school multiplies those opportunities to be involved by a thousand as it’s an everyday occurrence.  You can’t help but get to know and love each of these kids as if they were your family.  I guess in reality, they are. 

And that, my friends, is why I will only need a light dosage of meds this week. 

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