I’m having a mental breakdown, you guys, and it’s all because our oldest is 16 now. You see, I met the hubs, her dad, when we were just 16 years old. Looking at our daughter now, I can’t even imagine her meeting her future husband at this age. She’s just a baby! I didn’t give her permission to grow up on us!
I knew the moment that I looked at my husband that he was the one and 22 years later, here we are with our own 16-year-old. It’s funny how we think we are all grown up at that age..and then we have our own kids.
All of this came about because our daughter just passed her online Driver’s Education class recently. She now just has to take the “Big Test” online to get her permit. Where have the years gone that I went from a 16-year-old myself, totally and completely in love with my boyfriend, to a mother of a 16-year-old getting ready to drive?? I. Cannot. Wrap. My. Head. Around. It! I didn’t give her permission to grow up on us!
I also think my anxiety is stemmed from the fact that I don’t drive myself. All of the panicky feelings that I get just thinking about it for myself are now focused on our baby girl getting behind the wheel. And I’m supposed to be a passenger in the car with her? Lord, help me.
Some of you readers have older children so have already gone through all of this anxiety. How did you deal with it? We really don’t have a choice I guess.
Our babies grow up whether we like it or not and start a life of their own. No more sitting on mommy and daddy’s lap or holding our hands. We just have to be there to guide them through it, whether they think they need us or not, and be there for them when they do.