[12/2/11] Hard Things.

*Image courtesy of housewifeeclectic.com

Being a Mom is hard sometimes.

Like this morning, for instance. Today is the first day Parker's driven to seminary and then to school.  I should be taking a short nap before I go running with Diane, but sleep ain't happening this morning (Yes, I know "ain't" isn't a word. But it fits). So many thoughts are running through my head.

Like:

I hope he got his windows scraped good enough (since it's frosty here this morning).

I hope his windows stay defrosted good enough.

I hope that he can remember how to get them defrosted if they don't, while driving in the dark.

I hope he can find his parking place okay at school (because it's dark and he couldn't remember for sure which one is his. And the parking lost is crazy before school).

I hope he parks okay at school (because he hasn't had that much practice parking). 

I hope he is safe.

It's really scary not having any control. I like having control. 

Not that I'm a control freak, but when John or I have been driving with him, at least we had some control.

Now I have none.

And it's hard.

But I know he's a good driver. 

And I know he takes his driving privileges seriously.

And I know I just need to have faith.

Because I can do hard things.

(And I don't know why this spacing is so weird. It's really bothering me. Breathe. Let. it. go.)

(And this graphic may or may not appear in a future "Weekly Words of Wisdom" post. Because I think these definitely are words of wisdom.)