Helicopter Parenting.....
So, much has happened since my last entry 150 days ago..one could write a book based on my crazy life. My first born did score well above the scores to be accepted into the college program of her choice. I guess a crazy send off is not always a detriment. Saturday we will embark on another ACT day with our second daughter. It seems nothing in our lives goes as planned, in fact when Murphy's Law was written, I believe it is our family crest pictured within the definition. Lexi has everything a child could want or need for college less the television. We bought her a fully loaded Dell laptop, Canon Printer,fax, and copier, an iPhone, Emerson Pink fridge with a whiteboard as a door, a pink microwave, and a boatload of insundaries. We even gave her a Garmin GPS for her car, so she could find her way home. She has a strong foundations and good head on her shoulder, but after helping her move in and making her bed for the final time, the good bye was hard. I hugged her and no tears only because I knew if I lost it so would she, and that would be a cocktail made with disaster. I turned and walked out of the building and began the drive home. It really hadn't hit me yet, my little girl was now in college. Where did the time go? It seemed like yesterday she was stepping on my toes and running into my arms so to kiss her boo boos. The weight of leaving her 2.5 hours away really did not affect me until I rounded the bend in my neighborhood and there was no car, her car was gone. It was then I fell into a puddle of tears, anxiously awaiting a phone call. We had since learned that AT&T service is less than desirable where she is and we are dependant on Google Chat. Thank God for Google Chat, if only there would be a way to select whom you would want to be visible instead an all or nothing. I love the chat, it is just that there are times when I want Lex to know I am there, but would rather not chat with others. We all have the one 'friend' who sees that green dot pop up, and three hours later, one finds themselves trying to stop the conversation. I have 3 of those, so what do I do, I sit invisible and pray she pops on and doesn't pop off before I can chat her. I find myself these last few weeks wanting to micro manage her, knowing when she is discouraged and wanting to help but really am unable. She submarines herself, and as a mom I watch the pattern, but feel powerless to help her. I want to call her professor's and see what I can do to help her but its her growth and her college experience not mine. She will be alright,
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