Earlier this week I had lunch with a dear friend, who happens to be 20 years older than I am. She has a son who is 22-years-old. (My boys are 4-years-old and 1-year-old.) She is completely beside herself because her son wants to drop out of college with one year left to go. Her son is dating a girl that might not be right for him and he’s working as a waiter and……
My mind wandered. Holy crap! I can’t even imagine a life without diapers. How in the world will I manage as a mom of two GROWN MEN? (Heart rate increasing. Stress surging through body.) They will have to look both ways before crossing the street without me there to remind them. They will have to decipher when it’s okay to speak to a stranger and when it’s not. They will have to learn how to take care of themselves and make sure they don’t walk around reeking of BO. They will have to figure out how to date women and live with a broken heart. (Feeling dizzy. Scanning room for wine or chocolate.)
I’m not ready! Which begs the question, will I ever be ready? My stress revolves around who needs a snack, who took a nap, who needs bigger pajamas and who hasn’t pooped yet today. It’s baby stuff in a baby life.
Adult stuff in an adult life seems way too scary to handle. I’m stressed out with babies. Will I simply go insane as they get older? Should I just plan on committing myself to a padded room when they turn 17? I like to think of myself as a cool mom who freaks out when necessary, but never resorts to micro-parenting. Will I most certainly lose my cool and become that overbearing worried mom that my boys will roll their eyes at when I try to “have a moment” with them? Or beg for a hug. Wow, begging for affection. Will my world of constant little hugs, baby tooth smiles, mouse noses, and “I wuv you, mommy” come crashing down?
Never mind. I’m pretty sure I know the answer. Tell MommyQ what you think.