No this is not a post about the bravery of one my three sons as they tried something new for the first time. It's a post about me! It's a post about the first of, I'm sure, many nights waiting up for my kids to get home from where ever they are.
The neighbors, who we love to death, had a halloween party put on by the wood mill where the husband works, and invited Jeffrey to go along. They have a little boy about his age so we let him go. Then, one of Austin's friends invited him to go over for dinner and watch a movie, so . . . a little nervously because it's the first time, we let him go. About five minutes later I yawned and wondered if my kids were too young for me to be waiting up for them to come home. Keep in mind it was only 8.
Anyway, I guess parenting is all about the "firsts". There are so many that we look forward to, and yet, so many that we wish would never come and some we hope don't come that do. So, to my first night of "waiting up" I say cheers. And here's to many more.
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