My little guy Max graduated from Fern Hill Elementary today. Fern Hill is a loving school and both of my sons had wonderful experiences there. I was very proud of Max today, and while all of the other parents were following directions and holding their applause until the end, my older son Mike, my lovely nephew Chaz and Mike's best friend Griffin and I hooted and performed a perfectly executed
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Chaz started it, then Mike, Griffin and finally, me... the adult that should have known better! Max was up on stage shaking hands with his teacher, the principal and smiling from ear to ear. That is one thing I know I gave my children... the inability to be embarrassed by anything. Having me for a mom has made them immune to public humiliation! They are quite used to it.
While I was doing the wave this morning, what I was really doing was waving goodbye to my freedom! Tomorrow, as the summer holiday kicks-off, at my house it's the official start of MOM HELD HOSTAGE, DAY ONE!
For the next 2 months or so don't bother to invite me to lunch. If I am not working, I'll be lifeguarding in my backyard, where the pool gets lots of action! When I am not prospecting, managing my listings, showing houses or cleaning up after my 2 sons and all of the various cast of characters that we call friends, I will be by the pool. I love this, I really do. I could live without the extra housework, the endless laundering of beach towells, the picking up of candy wrappers and soda cans, etc. But I love all the commotion, the company, the noise and the life my sons bring to our home.
But I will miss my freedom. I will miss being able to decide what to do every morning when with a contented sigh, I watch Max walk to the bus stop. I will miss the last minute calls from my friends to go to breakfast, take a walk, go to the gym, without the guilt that I am leaving the kids for fun and not work. When they are in school, I can do as I please. It's a nice feeling.
For now, I am going to go with it. I will not wish away this last summer with my teenager before he leaves for college. I will not complain about the towells all over the floor, I will not moan about their size 13 sneakers in the middle of the kitchen floor and the dirty dishes and endless glasses in the sink, I will not be angry that when I reach for a cold water bottle, there aren't any left. Please God, let me be mindful that someday I will be wishing for some noise and some of this chaos!
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